Ballerina,
Oh ballerina, why do you insist on continuing to dance a choreography that doesn't belong to you?
Why do you persist in constantly tiptoeing on a stage that doesn't belong to you, oh ballerina?
Why do you wear a dress of transparent veil hoping the lights will pierce through and forget to illuminate your figure? Why do you hate your light and your grace? Why do you shine only in the solitude of your room and avoid confrontation with the audience?
Why do you remain silent, ballerina?
Why do you dance, shatter, and rise again? Why don't you stop to breathe? Why don't you cease? Why do you insist on dancing a macabre dance?
Ballerina.
Why do you remain quiet and scream in your own silence and insist on living in the shadow like a cursed nightmare?
Why do you choose the shadow over the light and the invisible over the visible? Why do you resort to the abstract and reject the concrete? Why don't you confront yourself and continue to dance on stages that don't belong to you or in complete darkness far from the spectators? Why are you afraid?
Why don't you accept that you can be a dream and persist in living like a shattered nightmare?
I am tired of the night, tired of the screams, the cries, and the transparent garments.
Free yourself.
Dance, I beg you, ballerina, but dance in the light, it's time for you to step out of the darkness and scream your name into the light.
Oh ballerina, why do you insist on continuing to dance a choreography that doesn't belong to you?
Why do you persist in constantly tiptoeing on a stage that doesn't belong to you, oh ballerina?
Why do you wear a dress of transparent veil hoping the lights will pierce through and forget to illuminate your figure? Why do you hate your light and your grace? Why do you shine only in the solitude of your room and avoid confrontation with the audience?
Why do you remain silent, ballerina?
Why do you dance, shatter, and rise again? Why don't you stop to breathe? Why don't you cease? Why do you insist on dancing a macabre dance?
Ballerina.
Why do you remain quiet and scream in your own silence and insist on living in the shadow like a cursed nightmare?
Why do you choose the shadow over the light and the invisible over the visible? Why do you resort to the abstract and reject the concrete? Why don't you confront yourself and continue to dance on stages that don't belong to you or in complete darkness far from the spectators? Why are you afraid?
Why don't you accept that you can be a dream and persist in living like a shattered nightmare?
I am tired of the night, tired of the screams, the cries, and the transparent garments.
Free yourself.
Dance, I beg you, ballerina, but dance in the light, it's time for you to step out of the darkness and scream your name into the light.
