Otside the sky is green and dark.
Heavy rain. Heavy metal. Heavy brain.
Fifty days that I don't dance.
The most difficult period of my whole life.
A thunder crash somewhere, close.
The rithm, the life, the body. Der korper.
I feel so lost without dance.
All this energy locked up inside of me
It comes out through other channels.
I make a great effort to direct it.
Fears, doubts, uncertainties.
The irrational fear of being left to die, ignored, abandoned by all, in despair and suffering.
I know it's just in my head.
I know it's just in my head.
But without moving my body it stays stuck here, in this room, closed by the heavy rain that washes the world from its sins, but not my body, not my head, certainly not my soul.
