Xmas Party
Welcome to late night poetry for the riders of the night
I bribe for having a voice is to blessed,
but speaking without words makes a martyr
Dancing is freedom in catalogs
Documenting me and you
swinging in trees
sand shell and sea
I found a shell on the shore that looked just
like me
She sells sea shells by the side
(X5)
She was
Pure
She told me a tale of opression and belief
A tale of a dictator that put everyone dancing the same dances
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A tale of a dance that freed it self from censorship
Can a body in motion generate connection?
Asked the dancer to the choreographer seaking direction
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Fascists
Chauvinists
and creepling addicts
They all tremble to thee
Thee who believed in me
Thee who set me free
Love in red carnations
Kissed my soul
with a voice never to be silenced
and movement that’s bold
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Am I an empty shell
no name no teeth
No land no feet
Fucked up history classes that tell me to:
Be proud
Dont be loud
Ignore
Dont be more
Love yourself
Shut up
Am I Wrong for wanting
to be something more
Be proud
And loud
Dont ignore and be more
I fucking love myself
What is Love dance?
Something ritualistic
A document of the body
A proof of Revolution
IF BODY THEN EVERYTHING CAN FOLLOW
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Wake up for in the old
there is the new and vice versa
Cooperation and catharsis
So bless the corridinho, twerking and freestyle
mudam se os tempos mudam se as vontades
So let us dance, let us sing and let us Love
For we are the riders of the night soaring above
Muah <3
(Starts twerking)