the dancing woman
Ponta Delgada, January `22
The moon, shining half her brightness upon the earth,
Lighting the lane besides the ever- trembling ocean,
The holy waters shattering against the cold bricks of stones,
Forming a melody that is medicine
She is noticing
The fishermen in their rubber boots that cover half their legs
Wandering the boulevard down to their precious boats
Leaving at home their wives
So, they can escape the mundane reality of their lives
To search for something greater, something worth living for
The cure, they found
The harmony, the music
That is assembled by the moon
And orchestrated by the sea
She is noticing
A growing woman
Dancing
Along the avenue
With an umbrella in one hand
And in the other
An empty pack of cigarettes
Alone.
A never-ending story
A mystic
Ungraspable
The lust for life is spilling over her
The woman promised her
To take every chance the universe would provide her with
Because she has noticed
The ever-changing nature of this world
And she does not want to dwell in rules made up by mankind
Just like the fishermen in their overalls
Searching for what cannot be found on dry land
She will search for what is out of question for most of the others
For them, who missed the train
Into unknown territory
It is up to the courageous, up to the strange ones
To shed their skins,
Take off all those layers of untruthful sentences
Told over and over
by the same who dare not to take the untravelled road
those,
who are ruled not by love,
but by fear.
One must be brave, brave enough to be on the look-out,
For the next conversation could change their lives
If only one is willing
The moon is content, for she has seen what she wanted for that night
A dancing woman laughing to the skies
Down the alley she goes
Carrying not the weight of the lies on her shoulders
She gave them to the holy waters
Which were shattering them onto the cold bricks of stones
So, nothing would remain
Exchanging secrets with the Gods and can now
Drift off into her endless story
Fearless
