Did you already felt what music and dance can release in you ?
Context
“Music is something quite extraordinary. It moves the air, tingles your ears. An entire environment is created. Emotions change, everything vibrate at a certain frequency. And damn it is orgasmic”
Poemes- parties:
When the adrenaline takes you,
You no longer understand
The why of the how
We laugh, you live,
Motivated
By who knows what.
----No reason----
Everybody dance
With the lights going throw their bodies
And music inside their ears.
They only want to live throw it,
To do one with the rhythm.
At the end it is quite powerful.
At night,
Not really,
In Paris.
The music
Full the body
The lights!
I lose my bearings!
The desire takes me
-To dance
As long as I want to surprise
-To let myself
To be carried and to return
In trance
Among this emptiness
And this full.
The evening:
The lights set up
A forgotten party rule
On time you arrived
The dance
Doesn't start
Only four hours later.
-Special atmosphere
The energy used in the parties
Is to be questioned.
Is it pioneer
To use
of so many effects?
In the cities
A waking dream
Is now possible.
Shadows meet.
-A gathering point
Space of sounds,
Of lights,
Of energies, of smiles
In unison
Almost in euphoria
Side by side
-Collective orgy
Hand in hand
Contact-sand
Music on
-Kissing, kissing
Orgy being appreciated
The boom boom
Rhythms our feet.
The derivatives
Guide our thoughts.
The idea is to have fun
Until we can't move anymore.
It is the Hue,
My heart is in a panic
My body thinks only of vibrating
Until I can't think anymore.
Mist of colors
Violet, blue, green
Spreading over a beach
Of people in shipwrecks.
Beyond the worlds
That of the night
Is a very particular one
We come here to dance, to flirt, to forget
To anaesthetize the body and the spirit,
Travel.
Hold on to your seat
Open your eyelids wide
You will see what you want to see.
Let yourself be guided by the din
Be amazed by the flow of lights.
Feel that you are one
Your feet firmly planted.
Breathe as if the air
Is a most delectable dish.
From look to look,
Their instruments in hand
Silence in the noise.
From a mutual agreement
Transformed air,
Manipulated.
Upset environment.
What a pleasant show!
Where are the seats
That I contemplate these hands waving against the keys?
Making the strings vibrate
of this object
So adored by the cooing crowd.
Stars
Across the seas
In this space,
Or rather, palace.
It's like flying among the planets.
Like Rick and Morty.
I close my eyes
And let my body
Mold itself to the sounds that surround it.
Tape Tape.
The room nicely decorated
Of garlands of lights
Tangled among the cobwebs.
The candles and sparks
Circulate from hand to hand,
From soul to soul.
The formula is given
And promises a delicious evening.
Transcendant l'air,
Ils s'embrassent à n'en plus finir.
Dans le brouhaha
Environnement naturel
Où l'oxygène n'est plus.
L'envie de figer cette image...
To the sound of the flute.
Resonance,
Transcendence
Claps, Claps, Claps,
Zoubi, Zoubi.
The almost static feet
The body tries to mingle with the environment,
Anything but natural.
Dance, solo memento.
Couple stuck'serré
Hand on this body so desired,
-Appreciated.
They are out of the lot.
Their bodies moovent without equal.
Blue neon cocoon.
It is not so late,
We all dance as one
Expressing what usually can't be expressed in words.
Sitting, standing.
Flowers dancing among the songs.
Some touching each other,
Others meeting each other's eyes.
Spreading their light in the darkness.
In the too much or the not enough.
Cradles my heart,
Flutter and gambit in the air.
To the monotonous rhythm.
Liveliness, timelessness,
Thrown of feet.
Dancing applause,
Striking.
Encouraging.
Zombies of colors.
Blue, pink, red,
Variation of tonalities,
Ethnicities.
Space of conspiracy,
Inhalation.
Organized place
They found themselves
Sifted.
Smoke in the nose.
Small lamp lit
On the burst people.
Innate
Cap on the nose.
Friends found.
The poetess what-
When the air came to miss
Wounded, tired, irritated
A place out of fairy tales.
Of a cheerful soul welcomed jazz with full ears.
Between these icy walls
Travelled the animated crowd
Of transcended humans.
Super power-
Of its fatal weapon
Blood red
He enjoys the sound of his instrument.
At his side
The man with the djembe
With a cheerful air
Admires the crowd dancing.
At his side
With his articulated hands
Tapping his feet
Enjaillé on the keyboard
pierce the air
of its vibrations
Traveling to the bodies of each
To become one
-A fatal weapon is deployed in a flurry.
The room touched, intoxicated
Transported
Overcome
Gesticulates until it loses its mind.
Scene-
Whirlwind of humans
Flying on the ground.
The air at their fingertips
They vibrate to the rhythm of life.
The colors intermingle
The smiles wake up.
To form only one intoxicated whole.
Merci,
- Marie Mazeau certified teacher. Guiding with gentleness, mindfulness and Joy in Paris and internationally online.
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