She dances on immense floors

As gleaming as a lake,

Confused, in the winds having fun

At her flapping dress.

Waving like a flame,

Ballerina, she swings effortlessly,

She will return by the grand staircase

That she adores.

 

She runs through the alleys around

In laughter and puddles,

Light, over the fences

And the parks’ gates.

Waving like a flame,

She flies away at the arm of a conquistador,

On the mobile chair

Where heavily weigh her body,

She sleeps.

 

This is the story of just a second,

Finally, she can do as everybody,

Pursuing a bird, a ball, a treasure…

 

But,

 

She sleeps tied to a seat,

As the cork on water,

And always this thread bringing her to the edge.

She goes out, neither hurt nor fragile,

Nor crystal doll,

Outside where the world parades

At normal speed,

Somewhere else, in other suits,

And up, especially, in other sceneries,

On the motionless chair

Where heavily weigh her body,

She sleeps.

 

She sleeps as we dive into a book,

She sleeps as we begin to live,

Mainly because the world accelerates outside…

 

But,

 

She sleeps tied to a seat,

The child never got off the merry-go-round.

She likes her ardent hours where she thinks

That she dances…

On immense floors

As gleaming as a lake…

Confused, in the winds having fun

 

At her flapping dress.