Dancing present
- Noémie Valcauda
- Dec 14, 2022
- 1 min read
Suns, flowers, winters
The passing of time escapes us
While rhythm resonates
In fields we fill of hydras
Dreamt for our sweet abandons
Dancing present of the present
O the prodigious work
We are the fools who play
to these demons of enmity
Of silence, of solitudes
Resentment confront them
In deluded escapes
Dancing present of the present
O shaky drunken nights
The stars light up with sparks
Pianissimo, the sky dilutes its pallor
The fortune of bodies beats its hour
Where the legs, on the lookout,
Rhythm the measures of the heart
Dancing present of the present
O frantic waltz
That hardly sees the passers-by
Morose shadows dreaming of asylums
At the window of quadrilles
Chandeliers rise from the walled skies
The joyous thirst of old fools
Dancing present of the present
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