An Igloo in an icepot
If I could dance, and I mean really dance, I would. I’d spin, and spin, and spin, with my chest pushed forward and my head cocked elegantly back like the world was my igloo and the roof was the most glorious Rembrandt imaginable. Only I can’t. So I’d rather just listen to this song instead.













1 comment
kate Thursday 15 November 2007
Zolton – you already dance like that!