No time for time
No time for time
Is the goal of a dance the dance itself?
Or is the goal of a dance
an excuse to give wings to the heart?
And where should the heart fly?
To watch you as you move,
with my hand on your hip.
Is the heart merely a camera
capturing one perfect image?
Is life just a collection
of successful photographs?
Are we taxidermists
collecting frozen moments of time
and living with the fantasy
of holding them forever
in an enchanted tomb?
Why do we dance, after all?
If not to gather treasures
made of fragments of happiness?
Are we not dancing like bees
gathering the unalterable sweetness of life:
honey?
But what is honey
if nobody will taste it again?
Dance for the dance.
Love for the love.
Joy for the joy.
No time for time.
Shining sun on a frozen lake,
be the echo of a ray.
Faithful.
Forget the question without an answer.
Forget the why.
Dance!
Inebriated by living water,
dance for one second,
dance eternity.