Sunday 6 January 2008

The Dancer

He is a dancer and he dances to his own tune. He moves rhythmically, sometimes mournful and often aggressive, in expression of the beatings of his heart and the colours of his mood. And as he twirls and leaps, his limbs move the air and rouse great storms. His footsteps cause great earthquakes and his sweat falls as torrential downpour. And all this weather bears down and demolishes the landscape of a world that exists only in the heart of a young woman who doesn't know what to do.

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