Uma pausa nas viagens, para falar um pouco da minha irmãzinha bailarina, que partiu pra mais uma etapa de sua jornada. Ficamos aqui até poder seguir-te, Carolzinha. Até lá, cuida-te daí que cuidamo-nos daqui. E vice-versa. =)
Na foto, Anna Pavlova.
My Little Ballerina
A poem - Alex Couture
See how she twirls
Doing numeruous turns
And while she does plies
a fire in her eyes burn
All that's on her mind
Is the freedom to dance
To resist all this pressure
Let go; take a chance
The floor is her world
The mirrors they speak
A soft and closed secret
She promises to keep
While the people pass on
Her weak arms can prevail
She just keeps on dancing
This number won't fail
My little ballerina
Knows not to back down
As she slowly makes her way
Around the floor of this town
They tell her to stop
Harsh words they may taunt
But she focuses on pointe
Such beauty she flaunts
I love when she dances
To her own song and tone
Showing me how to live
And to dance on my own.
Doing numeruous turns
And while she does plies
a fire in her eyes burn
All that's on her mind
Is the freedom to dance
To resist all this pressure
Let go; take a chance
The floor is her world
The mirrors they speak
A soft and closed secret
She promises to keep
While the people pass on
Her weak arms can prevail
She just keeps on dancing
This number won't fail
My little ballerina
Knows not to back down
As she slowly makes her way
Around the floor of this town
They tell her to stop
Harsh words they may taunt
But she focuses on pointe
Such beauty she flaunts
I love when she dances
To her own song and tone
Showing me how to live
And to dance on my own.
1 comment:
Dearest,
Muito, muto feliz por você estar de volta.... estava sentindo a sua falta aqui.
Vamos marcar alguma coisa para começarmos a pensar no roteiro????
Beijos sempre..
Andréa
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