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