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Pastel - Poetry - Photography

Dancing present

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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