directo de mi buró

“Dance”, said the Sheep Man. “Yougottadance. Aslongasthemusicplays. Yougotta dance. Don’teventhinkwhy. Starttothink, yourfeetstop. Yourfeetstop, wegetstuck. Wegetstuck, you’restuck. Sodon’tpayanymind, nomatterhowdumb. Yougottakeepthestep. Yougottalimberup. Yougottaloosenwhatyoubolteddown. Yougottauseallyougot. Weknowyou’re tired, tiredandscared. Happenstoeveryone, okay? Justdon’tletyourfeetstop.?
I looked up and gazed again at the shadow on the wall.
“Dancingiseverything”, continued the Sheep Man. “Danceintip-topform. Dancesoitallkeepsspinning. Ifyoudothat, wemightbeabletodosomethingforyou. Yougottadance. Aslongasthemusicplays. ”
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“Dance,” he said “It’stheonlyway. Wishwecouldexplainthingsbetter. Butwetoldyouallwecould. Dance. Don’t-think. Dance. Danceyourbest, likeyourlifedependedonit. Yougottadance.”