28 June 2012


dancers in the night, moving bodies guided by italo. on the floor I join my palms and try to balance myself at the sight of a perfect translator of beats. rachis. her wrists tied to soft fists dance together with the rhythm, forming perfect s.

I leave my mind behind and spread my arms to define the space around me. the muscles in the body know more than the mind can handle, so I follow their drive. electricity in the air is best experienced with a watery body. I place my sweaty right hand on my bare chest, leaving the left to do the guiding.

hours later, I'm back in the USSR.

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