
You knock at the door of Reality. You shake your thought wings, loosen your shoulders, and open. - Rumi
I love to dance, to shake, to show me naked. This his here the right place for my little Go Go performance.

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every…