Because Taylor inspires life - English version

Long live

I say remember this moment

In the back of my mind

The time we stood with our shaking hands

The crowds in stands went wild

We were the kings and the queens

And they read off our names

The night you danced like you knew our lives

Would never be the same

You held your head like a hero

On a history book page

It was the end of a decade

But the start of an age

It was nearly October, and for her, like every year from 2002, dance school was going to open its doors. During all this time, many people had asked her why she continued to go to the same dance school, or what did she find so beautiful in dance to choose to do sacrifices, little and big, during her teenage years and her youth. She often wasn't able to give an honest answer: she just said that it was a great passion for her, that she had spent so many beautiful moments there, and that it continued to be an easy solution while she was dealing with Uni. This was all true, but there was so much more.

For her, dancing was a sort of a mission, something that gave her strength during the greyness of every week, which, during the year, seemed all the same to her. To know that she was working on some song, that she was learning a difficult ballet, was something that gave her energy beyond words. Even during the summer she had found herself, while she was having a bath or she was lying in the sun, thinking about choreographies, or listening to the radio very carefully, trying to imagine to what she would dedicate herself next year.

The evening of the show, in June, had always been something magical for her. Now that she was the older one of the group, every year it became more and more difficult to keep the tasks that dance required and to cope with people who were of an age a little different from hers. By the way, every spring she found herself thinking with excitement to that night. And, in that special week, she didn't care about what exams she would have to do in June and July, about what parties she would have deserted, even about what she would have eaten or how much she would have slept. For those days, she only cared about herself, her mates and her show.

She was still to see her last show's video, which would have been ready soon. Even that year, the group of the older ones had distinguished itself for the variety and the quality of the ballets. And then it was her solo variation, which was always an anxiety issue for her, but always ended up to be successful.

To be put on stage was something that worried everyone of them, but, after having taken a little bit of confidence, all of them ended up to go up and down stage like it was the most natural thing of the world. It was a little miracle that repeated itself every year, and that ended with applause and smiles of satisfaction.

It had even happened to her, many many times, to find herself hoping the days before the show would never end, because it was all so beautiful!

I said: remember this feeling, I passed the pictures around

of all the years that we stood there

on the sidelines wishing for right now

we are the kings and the queens,