A silhouette dances...
The silhouette dances
hides the body drawn by the light.
From the chiaroscuro without disguise that the time delimits
absent from gestures remains submerged
where the word comes and goes… Silence…
The great shadow emerges without choice, gives up
gives rise to color
without choise it goes back, and everything goes on.
Sandra Helena Queiróz Silva
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