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the dances 
the dance of doubts 

the space dance

the dance of the lights

the dance of our distance

the dance of my memory and forgetfulness 

the dance of the pain

of the radical scream 

of your soft voice

the dance of our sex

our sweet smell 

the dance of the asses shaking against the faces

the sunset dance

the fucking crazy crying absurd dance

i miss you dancing

the dance of failure

and 

the impossible touch dance

the shame dance

the getting lost lost lost on it

dance

far away dances 

first dance

seeing you dancing dance

the anger dance anger anger 

whatever not dance being tired of dancing

so frustrating to see you all

dancing

the dance of sleeping 

morning dances 

hard morning not romantic dances

slapping on faces dance

dance to see you all and beyond 

to not see you anymore

i lost my dance

there is no dance to be danced

the dance of losing time

the time dance

her voice is dance 

dance of her voice

the normal dances 

fast fast fast dances

drunk dances

ritual dances 

when i touched you for the first time

dance

obsessions dance

there was no dance

grass dance 

fire dance 

burned dances 

body dances

death dances 

making love in dance 

horny dances

boring dances

fuck, fuck 

dances

cold dances

let it go dances

for dancing

your smell dance
the dance of meeting you
the dance of my fingers sliding in your legs
the dance of your hands in my back

the dance of not knowing how to start a dance
the dance for a end
final dances
farewell dances

dances to farewell
dances of departures
good byes dances

beginning dances
starting dancing


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𝕚𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕠
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𝔴𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔡𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔦𝔫𝔤.

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i dance because my stomach can't digest it all

i dance because i forgot how to start to walk

i dance because i want to kill my sexual abuser

i dance because of the trees

i dance because of the sea

i dance because we could get lost

i dance because i'm not a woman

i dance because i’m alive 

i dance because i didn’t answer you that night

i dance because it's a party

i dance because i'm in crises
i dance because it's a crises
i dance because i know i'm going to die
i dance because is my work 

i dance because you looked at my eyes

I dance because in secret in that room, either mine either yours, you touched my back with very shaking hands, and I couldn’t do anything about it

i dance because it doesn’t serve for anything

i dance because i could be in silence

I dance because of sound

i dance because of poetry

i dance because i was violent with you

i dance because it hurts
i dance because of celebration and laughs and fun and joy and music
i dance because i can grief

i dance because sweating it's pretty nice

i dance because im fucking angry
i dance because i can't solve that
i dance because of her eyes
i dance because one day i could fall asleep in your arms
i dance because of the violence i couldn't stop
i dance because im stupid and finally it doesnt change a shit
i dance because i'm very lost
i dance because she just message me and i fear telling her that we should just fuck
i dance because i fail all the time to try to get how did we got in here
i dance because we should stop
i dance because it's not romantic
i dance because i'm very romantic

i dance because i don't care and i care too much
i dance because of his suicide
i dance because of her suicide
i dance because once we went in the fields and screamed screamed out loud
i dance because love is not enough

i dance because of pindorama

i dance because of aggressions

i dance because i lost all my documents
i dance because i got stuck at the border
I dance because of trying to scape
I dance to scape
I dance to arrive while curving into the promise of where to go
I dance because I broke several promises
I dance because several promises broke me


i dance because of going to motels in lapa at the age of 18 and fucking in
afternoons

i dance because i can’t
i dance because i still falling in love very fast with poison eyes
i dance because we keep forgetting that 

i dance because of eu receberia as piores notícias dos teus lindos lábios

i dance because i fear

i dance because its fucking awesome
i dance because i can forget something i am
i dance because i can actively put myself out of self and spin spin spin until i fall
i dance because i don't know how to fall
i dance because i can fall
i dance because i fall
I dance because I could not learn things otherwise
I dance because my body is not mine 

i dance because i'm going to die

i dance because i forgot that

i dance because our bodies are here

i dance because of that gunshot
i dance because i want to scape 

i dance because you loved me
i dance because you loved me that night 

i dance because of maria and that joyfull angryness dance before an abortion
i dance because i steal
i dance because of samba
i dance because i could run and run and run and run after you decided to suicide
i dance because i don't know you 

i dance because of the waterfall
I dance because of my head turning turning turning
I dance because of falling
I dance because of falling out of love

i dance because i already loved and was loved by someone
i dance because it felt home
i dance because i incorporate

i dance because there is no other way
i dance because it makes me imagine that its possible to be here and now
i dance because very often feels impossible to be here and now

I dance because not always I want you or fuck with you or kiss you or even know you
I dance because I have been falling asleep while being your smile in my thoughts
I dance because I love to feel the smell of my own sweat
I feel because this feels very disturbing
I dance because of the rhythms that drive my beat my heart my step

I dance bacause the space can move around and I can see so many other things dancing and forget about how tired of my own self im

I dance because I don’t like myself so much sometimes sometimes sometimes
mostly in therapy these days

I dance because this shit gets extremely personal but I know its not about me

I dance because of the plot

I dance because I fear the day my mother is going to die
I dance because of courages


I dance because of your kisses and smiles

I dance because I can get out of breath and spin and laugh and cry and fall out of balance
I dance because of joy




I dance because you can forget me and I don’t mind, anymore

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the attempt to
i say sorry to my plants
for how to believe in something

shaking moving performance
to articulate the thing
its not about me

listening turning turning
gaze
lazy&horny
i miss others-the gatherings

i feel surrounded
pleasure

tiredness (resources) (conditions)
exposures
i dont care about the aesthetics
(the concern of the market)

incorporation

labor

Im not creating anything
edges
resistances&surrendering

moving host
dancing the dance that is there

common

fantasies

poetics

i often feel like a visitor
not knowing how to proceed

formless

call in

Touch distance

I dont want my practice to become a threat
to create *shows*

validations

rereading my body

i have to find another dance

resurfaced

healing

it’s important to know how to gather

this dance was never about me. the trap the trap the trap. this is not about me, im just there. leave me alone.

there is a hybrid of body and image

look look look

im not there - i dont care about identifying/ and its not in movement, because im tired. im not in movement. Im tired.

sleeping sleeping sleeping

my body as an offer. dont make it about me. my body as an offer. how hard it is to sustain
to sustain


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