House

It seems to be quite exhausting - hypnotizing, even. When you sit down, like P. dared to do at Sala Stella last night, it will put you to sleep. Exhausting. 

When you get up to dance, though, as we did after our drunk disco napping session, you will dance. Dance hard. Dance rough. Dance for yourself. Dance till your exhausted.

Like the guy with the tattoos who moved like a sparrow hopping on the ground. Awkward with his long arms and bouncing back and forward on nimble feet. 

This is why I like house music.