lunes, 10 de agosto de 2009

If I cannot dance

if I cannot dance
if my feet cannot sink into the mud
if my heart cannot rise on red wings
if my arms cannot writhe in the deepest tides
and my belly circle to the very rhythm
of the center of the universe
while my shoulders reach out to greet
the most sublime spirits of existence
then there is no reason to be here
there is no joy on this earth

Lorena Lobita Wolfman © August 2009

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