I watch you dance and something dances within me. I touch your hand and my eyes see through yours. I see you laugh and my teeth brighten your face. Amidst all these lights, I barely recognize myself. I am something else. I am the other. I am everything since I am dancing with you. The Friday cabaret spellbinds the bodies and loosens the tongues. Hearts burn in an incandescent bouquet of rhythms and colours, fleeting charms and fragrant lightning.