Poetry Of Motion
Dirty Dancing :Havana Nights Lovestory
Notes:This is set in the future, like today, but it`s still the same stoyline.I don't own Dirty Dancing(But I love both movies!)I apologize for few translations. I want you to do it yourself.
I hate my birthday. 18. Javier took me to this club call La Rosa Negra(The Black Rose). He's a good dancer. I only street dance and some dances from the undergound clubs in Peoria. Southern Comfort, which is riding on your partners thigh until he throws his head and screams your name. Cause he'll forget his. Javier seemed impossible to turn on incredibly he forgets his name. Then it happened. "Shelby...¿cuál es mi nombre?(what's my name?)""Javier" I replied, smiling. Javier was amazed. "Maldita sea!Damn!" He took my hand. We tore up that floor. Then came the King and Queen. Dancing like pro`s. I felt pathetic compared to them. Then we could dance again. "Rabiosa(Do I even have to?Translation`s self-explanatory!)" He kept smiling. I didn`t know what he was smiling about."Quiero tener y apasionado sexo ardiente con usted"