crystal blue eyes

In Evati there is a Disco of a special kind.
It's not the sound, because they play modern sound of all kinds allthough you'd hear the whole spectrum of danceable sounds.
It's not the people as such with the exception that you would not only find one single generation like teenagers, but all generations and ages of people who feel like dancing.
What makes that Disco special is: You don't do solo dancing there, at least if you don't want to look stupid.
Yes ! There is only pairwise dancing there and with modern sounds in a full house !
It's a place where men are still real men and women are real women.
It's the place where Humpfgrunz lives and dreams of all day. It's his personal drug.

The most fascinating eyes are a special kind of blue ones. Eyes, in a light shade of blue where small dark lines give them a crystallish look. This are eyes of the kind which once stole Humpfgrunz' soul. He's grown older by now and he is immune but those crystal blue eyes still fascinate him whereever he meets them.
So he stands on the dancefloor looking into such eyes, having every single muscle under tension and waiting for the next piece of music to begin.
The owner of those eyes opposing him on that floor is the hell of a cat. Not only has she danced in the highest class of latin-dancers internationally, but she is throughly trained and an expert in kickbox-aerobics. You'd trash Lara Croft in exchange for her !
The tension rises with the start of the intro. Both bodies wave synchronous to the music and all hands touch each other's hands.
With the first beat he pushes her right hand into a backplace step where her right foot touches the ground behind her and her left feet is shortly lifted from the ground just to touch it again with the arrival of the second beat. She then takes the energy of his tearing left hand to make a huge step ahead finishing it at the third beat and finishing the move at the fourth beat with a sharp 180° turn. He did the same, so they face each other again having changed places. Then they change place again, but instead of letting her do a large step ahead he leads her into a three step turn. The next few beats he leads her into various figures letting her spin and counterspin, does a doublespin himself. Armes get crossed and straigt again. Then after both have become familiar the dance is lifted to the next level. Moves stop being linear, so e.g. the long step gets prolonged up to three beats instead of one, just to be finished in an explosive move. He catches her in and sends her out where she sends her hand straigth to heaven starts twisting her body while her hand moves down on it and she folds to her knees and gets up again showing off herselves. Then she uses lasting tension of his hand to get into the beat again and a few moments and another three step turn later he has his right hand at her neck and lays her down with her having her left hand straight out as well as her left foot. He lifts her slowly the next few beats and just in the moment she fully stands on her feet again he gives her shoulder a spin with the hand which was at her neck a few moments before.
A few moments later she raises the level of the dance again by not just following his leads, but by breaking out and shaping the movement herselves. She starts exposing the cat she thoroughly is.
Now both look constantly deep into each other's eyes, she into his brown ones and he into her crystal blue ones, just to foresee each others intended moves.
Now there are explosions and slowdowns, twists, spins, three step turns, counterspins, breaks and breakouts, action and reaction.
It's the moment when time gets forgotten.
About two hours and thousands of moves later, both fully exhausted smile and thank each other for the dance and then seek for a drink as soon as possible.

Every man and every woman bear their own dance within themselves.
If both manage to give their inner beast the freedom it needs a new dance is born a miracle like a prayer to a higher being. While living that dance you are relieved from any burden which life puts on your shoulders. It's only you, those crystal blue eyes and moves in the river of emotions.

The day I'll die will be the day I'll repeat that dance again leaving this world when it finishes.