beating on the soles of my temples
the shape of my day

 

i approach myself and as in a journey

to infinity, never arrive

who is she in the mirror there?

who? what-where?

who can that attractive girl be?"
chita rivera

i would have liked to see a dancer
someone not reclusive
someone bold

someone beautiful

instead

i am in the mirror backwards
hiding behind camera, words, ideas

structures, polite conversations
protect me from the orgy of lust for life

i feel flowing

in my veins