Ballet in love of the forgotten
Wooden Balance, She walks
the streets on the roll
of her pirouette,
Lost like a wonderful child,
silence to forget

Forgive
and only touch the white
of her skin, Along the river’s swan,
within the secrets of Mom

Wind blows the ocean
through a lake of roses,
Sin lies in the attention
of her gray mistakes

Now a growing love
in life’s hidden grave,
Between the stars in lightning
and whispers,
Low to what she will
ever conquer next

Once again,
all her battles on the mile domain,
Done to be the second
endless in her pains, But she keeps dancing like a doll of games