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Life is a dance which leads each one of us to the ultimate truth-Death. Here I am traveling towards my coffin, not walking but dancing. Without music, without obliged to any defined rhythm, I am inching towards it, towards my coffin. Throughout my dancing once again I am watching everything...
(This is not a recent work, most probably done during 2003-2004 while I was pretty active. Couldn't find it under my belt in agonia :), hence posting) I am dancing without music Dancing without definite steps Without a rhythm and melody Dancing towards the coffin Daylight creeping away streets Through the deserted ferries Windless deserts and silence I am dancing without music Through colorless dreams Through unspoken whispers Through cemeteries I am dancing without music I am dancing without music Dancing without definite steps without a rhythm and melody Dancing towards the coffin Without wearing glass shoes Without a stockings Without feeling bleeding feet I am dancing without music Through burned gardens Through spring never visited valleys Through silence filled emptiness I am dancing without music I am dancing without music Dancing without definite steps Without a rhythm and melody Dancing towards the coffin
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