It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness of pain: of strength and freedom. The beauty of disappointment and never-satisfied love. The cruel beauty of nature and everlasting beauty of monotony.
I can still feel the beats of the soca music pound in my ears as my feet tap out the rhythm. The sway of hips to afro-latin music draw my eyes to beauty that can only be made when true freedom is achieved. The bachata, the tango, the foxtrot, breakdance, step, irish Ceili….there are very few things in this world that all translate the same way that music and dance do. Can you picture it?
Music and dance mean freedom. They mean stories, and love, and hate. There are many traits that define humanity, but very few that define what it means to be human at the core of all our beings.
I wish I could dance without looking like I had a seizure, and half the time all that moves is my feet, with the occasional sway of my hips. But something within me changes when I feel the pull of latin music within my chest. When the sounds of the caribbean fills my room I cannot help but let myself go.
I didn’t grow up in those cultures; I’ve just had friends, and acquaintances, that have introduced me to small pieces of them, but I cannot help but feel the pull of the rhythms they’ve opened me to. It’s like a long lost lover calling my name as we catch a glimpse of each other in the distance.
I’ve spent my life wishing for death. Each birthday is a surprise for me, and yet, the music awakes in me something that I could never dream of letting go. Rhythm, a heart beat that breathes life into the most jaded. Can you feel it?
La influencia en mi vida es musica. Tengo un amor para la música, y danza, que me deja sin aliento y confundido todos al mismo tiempo.
Passion, excitement. I am so influenced by outside forces that I sometimes lose myself amongst the worlds I’ve been thrust upon, and I can’t help but fall in love with them. Fall in love with the romance of heartbreak, the desire to fight, and the softness of fully losing yourself in love.
Que es la influencia en mi vida?
Tonight, it is latino music. Cuban music, Puerto Rican music, songs that fill the streets of New York’s Spanish Harlem, or Little Havana in Miami; music that slips across the caribbean waters, and for one night, my body sways like the ocean and my heart is filled with the passion of freedom; with the passion of life.
Music doesn’t lie. If there is something to be changed in this world, then it can only happen through music.