Can you dance anything else, when your heart only drums to the beat of salsa and merengue?

[viralata]

A pair of hands find their way to my hips in the coolest corner of a dark house. His power has been cut, but he doesn't care. I remember how I used to not care. I think it's all coming back faster than I can disect.
A pair of hips and lips and feet dance a secret salsa in the name of un-paid electric bills... to the music of the neighbor's dog barking and the bittersweet screams of kids coming home from the ballpark.

Thanks for bringing this Habaita back to these sad-song roots.