When I'm dancing I always write words of music from my deepest inside. With every move I try to show the rhythm of my vibe.

Who am I? I don't know, maybe just a new innocent dancer who likes writing stories with her smile, her arms, her hips, her heart. Instruments of pleasure to build, to figure out from little pieces a new art that today is still hidden inside.

Every part of my body is the brush to sketch this music poem, to inspire others, to show my story. Words of music bouncing on the walls of my mind are taking the lead to write this new dancing story.

Today I will invite this new dancer in me to invent funny stories, full of melodies, full of rhythms, I ask her to let them flourish.

Stories even sillies but filled with passion and excitement, always enlightened with music that I find inspiring.

I am not shy to say that I like her story more than mine, I would like to discover this new dancing girl, dig her touch out deeply inside and merge her passion with one of mines.

This dancing little girl is my puppeteer, she tells me what to do, what to think, what to feel.

Expressing with her moves her novel art that keeps me moving, keeps me alive, keeps me real, keeps me online using her link to stream, to broadcast live words and lyrics in my mind all the time.

Her drawing is my little piece of art,  today she is painting brand new melodies with my arms, my legs, my thighs. She is whispering words of music with every step, every new style.

This dancing...