THE DANCE and THE SOUL By Drummond de Andrade
The dance? There is movement, sudden musical gesture
It is concentration at a time, of human natural grace.
On the ground there, hover in the ether, would love to get it.
The dance - no wind in the branches: sap strength, being perennial.
A be between sky and ground, conquered new domain,
which seek our passion freeing up everywhere …
Where the soul can describe its most divine parables
without hiding the form of being, over the mystery of fables.