Kizomba

  If I were to die tonight, I would like to die dancing Kizomba.

I'd like to say goodbye to this world feeling the touch of your body with mine, your hands tied to my neck, your arms leaning on my shoulders, the warmth of your chest, your forehead resting on my cheek.

I would like to die feeling alive, your belly tight with me and your thighs brushing mine, feeling your soft breath, your leisurely breathing, the sudden move of your waist; then, your firm hug, and to feel how your body surrounds me, looking for mine, like two magnets that cannot be far away.

I would like to get lost in time and space, to fly together to that sky, to that sky that exists because you dance with me. I would like to feel that we are not two separate or distant souls, that in the cadence, in the tempo of the Kizomba, we have become one, and we trespass each other.

I would like to die knowing that you are mine, and that I am yours when in the gloom your body discovers mine and when your senses perceive what my senses perceive. To feel the palms of my hands slide down your neck, your back, your waist; to make you feel that when you close your eyes, you are not afraid, because you trust me, so that you then respond to the sway that my hands mark and to the beat that my body subtly instructs.

I´d like to die knowing that you are here, and that I take care of you; because, when you dance Kizomba with me, you are the most beautiful thing in the universe; determined, firm, but fragile and sensitive. You are the companion, the friend, the lover that I don't have, the one that makes me feel that you and I converge each other in that brief space between your body and mine.

Kizomba made me a good man, because before Kizomba I was not a good one, I confess. Every woman who got settled in my arms gradually shaped my character, my movements, my temper; and there I found the peace that my soul needed. And each one of them gave herself without fear, without misgivings, and I loved all of them and I still love everyone, because each one was a student and was a teacher; and over time each of them felt that there was calm in my chest and confidence to let me conduct her and to propose, to mark their rhythm.

No, I do not need a heaven if the glory is here, when I get lost myself in a Kizomba beat.

Thus, I do not mind dying if I can say goodbye to this world feeling that my existence is worth, and that Kizomba has made me feel that I have really lived, that I have felt.

 And, as well, I don ‘mind if I die tomorrow, if I die... dancing Kizomba, with you.