Untangling Myself

“I saw her go up and down stairs to the dance floor of her dreams in the big city, only after a splendid performance, she settled on her legs and sighed for the lost time”

The Village was always the home of art and its artists. There, next to my little old shelter, almost on top of me, I listened to the notes of classical music and the rhythmic steps of the dancers daily, following the voices of their instructor. One day I went up and saw the beautiful girl who always passed by my window, finishing her routine. Her image chased me all day and still accompanies me ..