The feeling of love transferred to me during this fast-paced embrace was almost unbearable. This waltz was one I would obviously one I would never forget, as he swung me gracefully across the dance floor. If only I knew what would happen, next…
Everyone was waltzing, all over the room. They hadn’t really expected it, but when the music came on – you know, _the_ waltz music, it just happened. And nobody really minded.
the dandilion waltzed through the dancers moving its way through the crowd. it waltzed with the other one and then seperated waltzing its way through to the clea blue sky ahead. flying through the darkness it waltzed along the clouds.
Throughout time many different people have expressed themselves through movement of their bodies. The waltz is a particular form of dance expressed by a man and women. Its movements are intricate.
He wrapped his arm around her waist gently. They spun in a simple three four step. Her blood rose to her cheeks as they stole the ballroom floor. Alone in a crowd of people, just the way they liked it.
dancing, across the way i see her. she looks at me. i look into the eyes of the young lady i have in my arms as i waltz across the floor. we are not connected they was i was when i was with her. she made me forget about the rest of the world and just focus on her.
The waltz is a type of dance, obviously. But what is dance? If we look to dance, we think of many things- body movement, arms, legs, music, fluidity. But perhaps the bigger purpose that dance has served for the human race is that it offers us a way of connecting with each other- and not only each other, but ourselves. Dance, to us, to many is an outlet unlike any other, offering us a box in which to put our hearts, emotions, and souls.
I enjoy the waltz from time to time, but I don’t really understand the exact method of doing it. I like the Idea and the concept of the waltz. It’s a dance that really makes an impact on you, it’s formal in a way that our society no longer has much time or room for. And for that we should keep the waltz close to our hearts.
One two three One two three
The time is simple. A 3/4 to make the lives of the dancers simpler. The musicians though, we’re the ones who have to suffer. We sit in the back of the stage as the dancers have all eyes on them, have all the fun. They don’t understand what it’s like to be the force behind the art. Without us, they wouldn’t know what to do, there’d be no beat to keep going, keep dancing, one two three.
Oh how I loathe the waltz.
we were walking in summer, floating around the park like it was the air that we breathed. sometimes, i’d remember how much fun it was, knowing that his arm was around mine. we’d kiss in the park, waltzing to the dusk music of our childhood.
I wish I had learned how to waltz. I was once determined to learn all kinds of ballroom dance, and some of my piano-playing comrades and I committed ourselves to figuring out the Vienna waltz from a Youtube video. We had spent ages on it before we realized we were working on the man’s part.
it wasn’t a waltz, more of a thrash, a kicking, dancing uncontrollably, letting it all out. not caring what the others thought. letting my hair down and banging the ground with my hands till they were black and blue. 80’s music is awesome.
Through life. On a whim. Just go; don’t think. Just do what your heart says. Go with what you’re feeling. If you think it out, you will never accomplish anything you really want to do.
You can’t just waltz in anytime you like… sorry.. we don’t have that kind of a relationship.. and we are not that close anymore.. Of course you know that! Well, I might as well take the “sorry” back.. I don’t mean it.
We twirled around the dance floor like nobody’s business. The band could definitely carry a tune, and the night was starting off swingin’. I looked great; my dress was newly patched, my hair plaited prettily.
Waltz jump. Skating, my long lost love which I am not the best at yet still enjoy. Dutch waltz? Lots of waltzes in skating, 1…2…3. 1,2,3. Oh dear, how I miss it. Though Julie said I am welcome back anytime.
I waltzed with Dad
across the ballroom floor.
He twirled me around and around
eyes smiling more and more.
A tear dropped onto my satin dress,
for I was the first to break down
and he twirled me around and around and around.
We waltzed until the end of the song
until he cried too, and asked what was wrong.
It’s not the end, not today,
but the beginning. I love you.
The waltz rhythm was stuck in Amy’s head. One-two-three, one-two-three. It took a lot out of her not to start doing the basic step they’d learned in school today down the city street. Oh well. It was such a romantic dance.
Come dance with me, he said to her, reaching one black-sleeved, white-gloved arm towards her.
She accepted, and they stepped onto the floor. Twisting like salted pretzels on the glossy hardwood dance . . . surface, loving every glamorous minute of it.
It was all wrong. All wrong. No aspect of the dance she so carefully choreographed fulfilled her in any way. She was about to give up when she met the one aspect she was missing: a partner.
The waltz was a beautiful dance. People danced it for ages without caring how it was made or supposed to look. What mattered was the partner because if they danced with the wrong partner, it meant an uncomfortable evening for everyone.
waltz roast beef. i’ve never been there, but i’ve heard good things. where does the name come from? walt and they just added a z at the end? hmm.. questionable.
john, im only dacing, she turns me on, but im only dancing, she turns me on, but dont get me wrong, im only dancing. life i s but a long dream.
The feeling of love transferred to me during this fast-paced embrace was almost unbearable. This waltz was one I would obviously one I would never forget, as he swung me gracefully across the dance floor. If only I knew what would happen, next…
He smiled and took her hand as the music began to play.
Everyone was waltzing, all over the room. They hadn’t really expected it, but when the music came on – you know, _the_ waltz music, it just happened. And nobody really minded.
i sort of waltz through life. its not really as morbid as floating, but happier than just plain living. everyone should waltz.
Treat me like your last waltz. I want to feel the motion with your words. Trip me and call it a day.
the dandilion waltzed through the dancers moving its way through the crowd. it waltzed with the other one and then seperated waltzing its way through to the clea blue sky ahead. flying through the darkness it waltzed along the clouds.
Throughout time many different people have expressed themselves through movement of their bodies. The waltz is a particular form of dance expressed by a man and women. Its movements are intricate.
He wrapped his arm around her waist gently. They spun in a simple three four step. Her blood rose to her cheeks as they stole the ballroom floor. Alone in a crowd of people, just the way they liked it.
a kiss. a night. a sunset. a sunrise. a song. a dance.
their dance. their song. their sunrise. their sunset. their night. their kiss.
I stepped in feeling lonely
No one that I knew had came
I looked across the room
And boy did I see for the first time
dancing, across the way i see her. she looks at me. i look into the eyes of the young lady i have in my arms as i waltz across the floor. we are not connected they was i was when i was with her. she made me forget about the rest of the world and just focus on her.
The waltz is a type of dance, obviously. But what is dance? If we look to dance, we think of many things- body movement, arms, legs, music, fluidity. But perhaps the bigger purpose that dance has served for the human race is that it offers us a way of connecting with each other- and not only each other, but ourselves. Dance, to us, to many is an outlet unlike any other, offering us a box in which to put our hearts, emotions, and souls.
I’ll put on my gown and you your suit and we’ll dance around the room. Together we will waltz to the music of our hearts.
I enjoy the waltz from time to time, but I don’t really understand the exact method of doing it. I like the Idea and the concept of the waltz. It’s a dance that really makes an impact on you, it’s formal in a way that our society no longer has much time or room for. And for that we should keep the waltz close to our hearts.
dancing,romantic people river ball room everlasting humor
One two three One two three
The time is simple. A 3/4 to make the lives of the dancers simpler. The musicians though, we’re the ones who have to suffer. We sit in the back of the stage as the dancers have all eyes on them, have all the fun. They don’t understand what it’s like to be the force behind the art. Without us, they wouldn’t know what to do, there’d be no beat to keep going, keep dancing, one two three.
Oh how I loathe the waltz.
we were walking in summer, floating around the park like it was the air that we breathed. sometimes, i’d remember how much fun it was, knowing that his arm was around mine. we’d kiss in the park, waltzing to the dusk music of our childhood.
Steady beat
Stylish attire
Willing performers
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Raising money
For false charities
I wish I had learned how to waltz. I was once determined to learn all kinds of ballroom dance, and some of my piano-playing comrades and I committed ourselves to figuring out the Vienna waltz from a Youtube video. We had spent ages on it before we realized we were working on the man’s part.
it wasn’t a waltz, more of a thrash, a kicking, dancing uncontrollably, letting it all out. not caring what the others thought. letting my hair down and banging the ground with my hands till they were black and blue. 80’s music is awesome.
i wish that balls still existed
i would go to one
get all dressed up
and waltz
so classic
romantic
elegant
the waltz
i wish balls still existed
Through life. On a whim. Just go; don’t think. Just do what your heart says. Go with what you’re feeling. If you think it out, you will never accomplish anything you really want to do.
You can’t just waltz in anytime you like… sorry.. we don’t have that kind of a relationship.. and we are not that close anymore.. Of course you know that! Well, I might as well take the “sorry” back.. I don’t mean it.
We twirled around the dance floor like nobody’s business. The band could definitely carry a tune, and the night was starting off swingin’. I looked great; my dress was newly patched, my hair plaited prettily.
feel the waltz, feel the waltz, come on baby baby now feeeeeelll the waltz.
i already did this stupid oh well i danced this with calen we did the best and got it right away and with joe 2 :D
Waltz jump. Skating, my long lost love which I am not the best at yet still enjoy. Dutch waltz? Lots of waltzes in skating, 1…2…3. 1,2,3. Oh dear, how I miss it. Though Julie said I am welcome back anytime.
I waltzed with Dad
across the ballroom floor.
He twirled me around and around
eyes smiling more and more.
A tear dropped onto my satin dress,
for I was the first to break down
and he twirled me around and around and around.
We waltzed until the end of the song
until he cried too, and asked what was wrong.
It’s not the end, not today,
but the beginning. I love you.
What gives anyone the right to waltz right into a bar, knock over my beer, and proceed to bitch at me for getting it on him? Jerk.
a dance!! with calen hahaz lol i wish i could dance it again. it was fun!!!!
The waltz rhythm was stuck in Amy’s head. One-two-three, one-two-three. It took a lot out of her not to start doing the basic step they’d learned in school today down the city street. Oh well. It was such a romantic dance.
A classical 3 step dance, used in the late 1900’s. A type of ballroom dance. 3/4 music
One-two-three, one-two-three.
Jacob struggled not to step on his partner’s feet. It was hard, though. They kept moving around!
She smiled at him. “Relax,” she muttered through clenched teeth.
I watched the oddly shaped man in the corner. I wondered if this were real. Why would I be stuck in this god forsaken tavern with this waltzing man?
Come dance with me, he said to her, reaching one black-sleeved, white-gloved arm towards her.
She accepted, and they stepped onto the floor. Twisting like salted pretzels on the glossy hardwood dance . . . surface, loving every glamorous minute of it.
It was all wrong. All wrong. No aspect of the dance she so carefully choreographed fulfilled her in any way. She was about to give up when she met the one aspect she was missing: a partner.
The waltz was a beautiful dance. People danced it for ages without caring how it was made or supposed to look. What mattered was the partner because if they danced with the wrong partner, it meant an uncomfortable evening for everyone.
To waltz with a person to step in unison to have fun. To show true feelings through physical motion. Amazing portrayal of emotion. Love
waltz roast beef. i’ve never been there, but i’ve heard good things. where does the name come from? walt and they just added a z at the end? hmm.. questionable.