My Crying Soul (Beijing)
I am at the Bookworm working, and I have Camarones, by Frankie Dante & Markolino Dimond, on my headphones, and I cannot sit still, because the syncopation is exquisite, and the bridges are passionately soulful, and also heartstopping, and it has been months and months and months since I have had a dance partner, and my soul is crying, and drying up, and dying, slowly.
Is there anyone who loves salsa, and guaguanco, and bachata, and feels rhythms, deeply, and feels like life is not quite complete in Beijing because s/he doesn't have a dance partner who feels exactly the same way?
Yes? Pleeeeease message me. I need a dance partner. Bad.