Blind dancer
Blind dancer in blue
Slips
And enhances the movement itself in an ice dancing.
The woman is transformed
Alternatively
Into a blue bird
And vice versa.
More accurate,
She becomes a bird woman
For an absolute motion.
From the depth of her soul,
Divine lights
Begin to overflow
The space.
Small crystal pieces of her blue feeling
Becomes roughly cube-shaped pieces of ice,
Rolling in the middle of nowhere.
The blue song is necessary to expound those words
In a natural and ordinary sense......
poem by Marieta Maglas
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