Like a ballet dancer.

La sala estaba oscura, pero eso no era impedimento para ella. Ni si quiera necesitaba música. La llevaba grabada en su cabeza. 

En la pista se calzaba sus zapatillas. Una vez de pie, ante los espejos, el mundo dejaba de existir. Con sus giros la realidad cambiaba. Y entonces, en esos momentos, era feliz.

Goretti F.

The room was dark, but that was not an impediment for her. Not even needed music. It was recorded in his head. 

In the floor she is wearing her slippers. Foot once, before the mirrors, the world left there. With their twists reality changed. And then, in those moments, she was happy.

Goretti F.