NYC STREET DANCE

The Death of Saint Narcissus

'Come under the shadow of this grey rock--
Come in under the shadow of this grey rock,
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow sprawling over the sand at daybreak, or
Your shadow leaping behind the fire against the red rock:
I will show you his bloody cloth and limbs
And the grey shadow on his lips.
He walked once between the sea and the high cliffs
When the wind made him aware of his limbs smoothly passing each other
And of his arms crossed over his breast.
When he walked over the meadows
He was stifled and soothed by his own rhythm.
By the river
His eyes were aware of the pointed corners of his eyes
And his hands aware of the pointed tips of his fingers.
Struck down by such knowledge
He could not live men's ways, but became a dancer before God.
If he walked in city streets
He seemed to tread on faces, convulsive thighs and knees.
So he came out under the rock.
First he was sure that he had been a tree,
Twisting its branches among each other
And tangling its roots among each other.
Then he knew that he had been a fish
With slippery white belly held tight in his own fingers,
Writhing in his own clutch, his ancient beauty
Caught fast in the pink tips of his new beauty.
Then he had been a young girl
Caught in the woods by a drunken old man
Knowing at the end the taste of his own whiteness,
The horror of his own smoothness, And he felt drunken and old.
So he became a dancer to God,
Because his flesh was in love with the burning arrows
He danced on the hot sand Until the arrows came.
As he embraced them his white skin surrendered itself to the redness of blood, and satisfied him.
Now he is green, dry and stained
With the shadow in his mouth.'


- T. S. Eliot

Eu vim para assitir as boas notícias, nao gaste meu tempo falando sobre o bem e o mal.
Desculpe-me por amar demais - A vida me resta.

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your blood tastes like syrup
i drank it all yesterday

i wish i could see above your walls
i would stay quiet and let you say

your voice sounds like thunders
but your tones were like mine

you would stand hard jaw on my shoulder
smile demure pleasure and close your eyes

you seem to dream about lying with flowers
you breathe and whisper away a piece of my soul

my heart does not beat in seconds but hours
i could not fit inside myself with so much of you to love



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