"Dance" said the Sheep Man. "Yougottadance. Aslongasthemusicplays. Yougottadance. Don'teventhinkwhy. Starttothink, yourfeetstop. Yourfeetstop, wegetstuck. Wegetstuck, you'restuck. Sodon'tpayanymind, nomatterhowdumb. Yougottakeepthestep. Yougottalimberup. Yougottalosenwhatyoubolteddown. Yougottauseallyougot. Weknowyou'retired, 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."
Dance. As long as the music plays, echoed in my mind.

Dance Dance Dance

Haruki Murakami

Sonder

Ghoramara

Pero eres Ghoramara, la isla que se hunde.

En ti los niños no saben si quedarse y morir despacio, ahogaditos, o irse a buscar lugar en un mundo que no está hecho para ellos ni jamás lo estará.

All Hallows Eve

Un nuevo sueño

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