They watched us, dressed in red, black and a little bit of white.
They watched us sweep each other over the uneven floor covered with a carpet.
They watched us take turns, alternating between following and conducting.

We did a three piece tanda, a bit of classic, a bit of modern, a bit of fun.
We danced, with movements, with flow, with stubbornness and with joy.

They applauded at the end, with lots of heart. We rejoiced.