CHAT ROOM

Salsa is a beautiful language spoken by a lucky few.

It’s a discourse between a man and a women that cannot be said aloud, and one that you can have with a friend or a stranger to similar end.

The best conversations are those where the men talk clearly and the women listen intently – then, and only then, the various dialects don’t matter at all.

The words are whispered, or shouted, through the hands and the eyes. The conversation can be soft and sensuous, simply mellow or a fierce debate.

Each comment and reply is shaped by the natural flow of a myriad of gently intertwined translations of the body.

The gentle flick from her hair as she turns,

The whiff of perfume as you hold her close,

The brief fold of bodies as you both spin around,

The beaming smile,

And last, but not least, that gentle squeeze of a hand,


When you have all of this who can want for more

Who can be bothered about what dialect is best, which subject to speak or even how it was learnt.

When you have this just be grateful, for many, simply, have nothing at all.

Anon.