magic Tuesday that
mimes seem to glow
many years ago, eh! many? - no bueh few years ago, no more than twelve, no less than eleven, Balta put little hands in his balls, shaking his head saying no, and walking bent over holding his gait at every step, a moment, a second before continuing. was fucking of Balthazar. I had been to see Kim Itoh and strange dance, butoh dance had one and a half. in the theater when he was about to speak sugus got a sweet mouth, and then he was most interested in the footsteps of the dancers sitting on my lap.
were three. and they were completely naked. one had an eye patch. Balta
imitated long fascinated every time someone said baltasar eh! butoh ago!
who knows if that was not the teacher who first lit, for now want to move without speaking. express unsaid. or maybe it's true what they told me the other day, less poetry, less poetry, I want to mime to talk without sound. Dance no. word no. mother.
were three. and they were completely naked. one had an eye patch. Balta
imitated long fascinated every time someone said baltasar eh! butoh ago!
who knows if that was not the teacher who first lit, for now want to move without speaking. express unsaid. or maybe it's true what they told me the other day, less poetry, less poetry, I want to mime to talk without sound. Dance no. word no. mother.
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