allowing the unease
what to do I asked myself
remembering day after day
a long time ago I found myself
in that place and I stayed
because the strings were playing rumba
trusted me and asked me to teach
to the best of my knowledge and belief
the dance in free togetherness
after some time stumbles would recur
that were no learning
human steps increased
that lost the beat
I thought I was suffering
or even everyone
from rhythm amnesia
in the accumulation I recognised
the brass blowing a march had settled over
the sound of strings
I accepted the relentless advance
of the march blown by the brass
I made an effort considering it my duty
to save the syncope in the time
of one quarter with one single emphasis
the day came in which I realised that I believed
I was successful and I was happy about
and that I was inclined
to feel like a hero
to call marching dancing
rumba
that day I completely broke
my stride and the necessity arose
to stop marching and to move
into the space without beat