Dancer in the dark

caderno da desorganização - 2016

How does one know how to dance still?

When she steps on a dark floor

A dark empty floor

With no one to watch

And no music but the one in her head

To grab hold

Yet her hand always reaches further

Always hoping her steps will find safe ground

And a hand to grab in the dark

Yet they never do

And her fingers are never found

How does no one gets to see her

As she leans towards the dance floor?

She makes a bow towards the earth

Her heart always open

Always willing to offer more

And more

As the music in her head

Gets to be only the sound of a slamming door.

How is it that her steps learn

Even the rhythm of a single note

If that is the only memory she has left of him?

How is it that she moves still

Towards that closed door

And dances again the steps you left on the floor

Hoping this way she can still grab a hold

Of a partner in dance

In the dance of love?

How is it that he dances still

Without her?

There was once the story of a boy and girl

Like they say in the fairytales, in a time far far away

That is said to last forever

In the heart of a little girl

That never ages, never grows cold

And dances happily ever after

With nothing but her dream to hold.

Will you remember this

As you grow old?

Our fairytale, like the one our parents told,

There, in the empty room, when you’ll be alone

And a tune from far away comes in your mind

Wouldn’t you wish you could get up and dance

To that sweet dear song?

But you’ll have no one left

No loving little girl

Just your own body to hold

Alone and miserable

As you realize how much

You were once loved.

But it will be too late

And yourself too old

And she may be dead

But you can’t forget

How you did her wrong

Nor the taste her lips had in that cold wind

On a winter night

In January two thousand and fourteen.