bodies perspire non-sense while future loves sleep furiously.
not afraid of believing. despite this spiral stringing up my inner petals above highly above the infinite layers of thorns. you dance as if All were Now.
a Suspension of new veins new bloods new pumps.
All at mid-air within your dancing wings.
so much fire. and ultra-violet flashings of flesh.
your dancing makes happen the beginning. again.
when the breath came to clay and the tongue vibrated godless.
humus. our animals resume all.
let us plunge on fire or water? You decide.
not afraid of the ninth hour. the tempest off-shore.
pain becomes an olive tree on the verge of Deluge.
bodies begin raining. as much fire as blood cells.
All confines skin.
1 comment:
a bailarina escreve na corrente a direção,
a febre que a persegue começa na luta contra a brisa da indiferença
durante o sono da alma, o medo das asas desaparece...
metamorfose completa
a inclinação da paixão cresce, é o inicio de iniciar
é hora da embriaguês do sonho
vertigem infernal que a faz desmaiar para sempre nos teus braços...
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