I have a tightrope from star to star,
and, suspended to that sidereal plot,
I am hovered without weight on the trapezius of dreams.
like a fabric lifted by the wind.
Looking towards the sky, suspended in a silent rustle.
It is not on the ground that I belong,
to the prince of the clouds I look like,
exile on earth,
spreading invisible wings like a veiled embrace
of intertwined caresses.
I show you the disarming of the wings
and, before fading together,
and flying on a changing carpet,
motionless I travel towards horizons and shining fantasies.
but yet I have never felt so free,
because, beyond every frontier,
and I reveal myself.
Seduction waving transparent.
When the veil falls,
neither you nor I will remain.
For this, without words,
I walk the catwalk on tiptoe,
blue carpet for divine steps
In the Middle, without hesitation, I move forward
while the earth under my path makes flowers bloom,
and your glances don't upset me.
I dance the colors,
I dance the shapes
I dance the light that dances with the flight of a drape.
breath of a sail that swells
and in the wind, dance
My mess weaves a wave of grace.
My heavy heart generates no gravity
My fragility, power.
It's from my chaos that borns a dancing star
and I'm nothing.
The lonely carillon dancer,
The black swan wrapped in impalpable substance.
I will never be anything.
Aside from that, I have on lanima-sgualcita-dispiego"
like grass bending in the wind
and gets up after the storm.
Twisted fiber, the crumpled soul unfolds.
It gets up, beats its heel,