THE LAST PAS-DE DEUX
Exercise on poem by Jorge de Lima,
The last major air disaster
"There are hands and legs of dancers
thrown in the explosion "
Galleon, Tom Jobim Airport, yesterday you.
We rehearsed the five positions.
Bar, I thought you held the bar.
Not waiting for the kick in the ass, the coup-de-pied.
It's time to efface.
Is there even such of Elévation?
En face, face to see you.
At the time of fondu, the unexpected fouetté.
Plié, grand plié, everything in life is movement of ballet.
En dedans foot of a child. En dehors, walking clown.
Relevé, and I tried keep me on the edge of the pied.
Now I glisser a grand jeté.
Across the extension, no more échapé.
Coupe, croisé, dégagé was not possible to make a detourné.
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