Dance

He says: "Do you dance?"

Sitting in a crowded room

with feet to the rhythms of the music,

he does not smile but he looks at me with his lips in the lyrics of the song

and I laugh, like when I used to believe in a summer love

And I say: "Sometimes"

without rhythm and intention

we dance with touching hands

and lungs without air,

because at that moment,

in that song

he and I were in love

Ta.