I danced the night ferociously
before I couldn’t learn to walk.
I heard all winds wanting to talk
but ignored them atrociously.
I cut them all with fearful sword
and showed my ridiculous mask
which was for me an easy task
blind as I was dancing aboard
a ship of horror to instill
my ugly laugh on anyone
who thought my doings were ill-done.
I laughed with my most perverse will
unaware of the coming change
that would lead to a transformation
to be expressed with great devotion
displaying a wonderful range
of what I could never suspect
but just love showing its beauty
colors dancing with their duty
to the rhythm of new effect
And so was the dance:
© June 2018 Marta Pombo Sallés