Grotto
Before the gravitation: strong men. Sturdy.
***Song and cadence.
Before the melody a fissure in the moss.
***Precision and fall.
Before the performance someone was already singing the water’s pulse.
Underworld.
Every year the circus brings a tiger. White. Crestfallen.
Before the gravitation the children already entranced.
Magic scatters (shoulders) along the bank.
Enchantment of broken savagery.
And those thighs.
Siberia would have been an eternal landscape but no. No.
For the girl, the enchantment would be born in spring.
Je pars en voyage sur les ailes.
Reserves and borders where thighs and femurs are only ciphers.
Every year the circus exhibits the biggest beetle in the world.
A man writes a single line on the bank: Thighs.
On your thighs, in them, the designated territory.
The performance of the Hans Heiling overture.
The tiger is a slice of the desert on fire,
brought to life by your eyes. White. Crestfallen.
Clearing away the scraps / creature dotted with edges / the execution,
***of a man.
*******Perform the background music.
The woman (concert musician) blows kisses to the crowd.