The one who tells stories!

The other night I got my name. I danced in the circle with unknown people to a rhythmic music. At one point a man approached me and said, “Do you know who you are? “. A difficult question for that moment. I smiled, and he said, “You are the one who tells stories!” Yes, and who are you?
“I’m the one who’s dancing!” I stopped in my dance, baptized with sweat and music with a new name and with my sight looked for the Sitting Bull. He was not there. Around me were just the ones dancing.
My friend says it’s just a form of communication. Pure banality! And I build my existence out of such banality, harmonizing the rhythm of breathing. From such banalities, life becomes a story, from such interactions I am made. For me, those are the cherry tree buds.