Like stunning butterflies

Wagging in the wind

Having dialogue with the sea

In a fresh language

The seashore’s turquoise flirts with it

Capturing the absent joy

In a hideout sleeping in the tunnel of heart

Dance

Oh, you the last group of lovers

Dance like Zorba

While crossing his universal alienation

Dancing is the sport of broken-hearted

Dance inside your bodies

Outside your bodies

The sorrows will turn into ashes

Perhaps to an orange

Or maybe to a sky that will

Paint us with its mercy

So the horizon becomes blue

Heart green

Dream purple

And my glasses drop from the bridge of my nose

With it the gloom will drop

My gloom is like crazy frogs

Jumping in my blood

Aggravated with the coloring of oceans

The deserts easily pass through my gloom

Distances also cross through it

A puzzle like fantasia

Its rope is long, boring

Like the stories of one thousand nights and night

***

Tonight I will put on the gown of seduction

I dance cleaved from my body

So maybe my possessed volcano could have a nap for a while

Inside me a carnation bloom

Some gypsy fish

And maybe mosses that could cure my damned luck

I will dance

Perhaps the sorrows will leak out from me

Until I become absent

Absent from myself

How strange the sorrow is when it rides a camel

How cruel when it becomes untranslatable

When it stones me with pebbles made by my own hands

Crashes me with guilt

How cruel is the pain

When it pushes the heart through a needle eye

Refuses to get out

Professional magicians

Rites of fortune-tellers and priests

Fail to remove it

Even a crazy pen

***

I will dance

We will continue dancing together

And dream

That the impossible will bloom and grow horses

And a sky that showers green rain