Wind a poem



Close your eyes,
that blue sky is so near....









...and now the beat inside me,
in a sort of a warm breeze...






... and on again,
breathless,
and on again,
I could feel myself...
and on again,
winding a poem...








...fading,
and on again,
winding a poem, 
and on again,
with you....


© Text and photos Luís Conde
Dancer, Chantelle Gomez
Percussion, Baltazar Molina
Hafla #2 at Lisbon, March 2016