Blind Dancer
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Marieta Maglas
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The blue, blind dancer slips on the floor,
And enhances the movement itself in an icy dance.
This woman is transformed
Alternatively
Into a bluebird
And vice versa.
More accurately,
She becomes a birdwoman
For an absolute motion.
From the depth of her soul,
Divine lights
Begin to overflow the space.
Small crystal pieces belonging to her sad feeling
Become roughly cube-shaped pieces of ice.
They roll in the middle of nowhere.
The blue sound is necessary to expound those words
In a natural and ordinary sense...
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