Equilibrista
A Georgia Smith
Dance her like certain planets do
her body fights
between falling or rising
it is a movable needle
leave trails
his skin sings and roars
like a wounded leopard
and beautiful
as beautiful as the galaxy
that do not let themselves die
early
She dances like when the origin
it’s not death
Death never turns the same
she knows it...
and becomes an astral sculpture
looks violent but is soft
like the fury of butterflies
Get up in something that may be elongated shoes
like dragonflies
She dances sensual
her legs have melody
breasts and feet
point to infinity
Turns in its way
that body that is she
Fighting to survive
after time
after space
as if another dimension was his line
She lets herself rise in the iron that traps her
and makes her come back and get up again
from the thorns of time gone
Is she a sculpture that shines
Fight
it opens like a gazelle
which cougar
she is the earth against the night
the metal that bends
to give birth at dawn
She is more than a sculpture
that holds her
is a levitation on herself
She is a surreal flier
Ender Rodríguez
