She lives for performing,
Even if only for an emptiness of seats,
And finds rhythms in the world
That passes us by.
When she stands still, it is so she may more closely observe
the world rushing past
like the wind.
Even if only for an emptiness of seats,
And finds rhythms in the world
That passes us by.
When she stands still, it is so she may more closely observe
the world rushing past
like the wind.