Where the streets have Your Name
And then it comes a time when the music stops playing,
and the Dance of Life turns from high frequency rhythms of beautiful people vibrating
their emotions, into a simple walking. A step by step motion deliberated from
the mind, where the body acts but does not react, one foot moving ahead following
the other, burning an energy but creating no another, instinctually and unconsciously creating a road.
But if the road has no music, it has no name, it has no mark, it is unknown, and
with the next step soon will just stop..It is like the next step on a treadmill
that has no cable, it is unplugged from the source of energy, is squeaking
sounds of struggle, an useless effort towards nothing, a squeeze of a last drop
of sweat of a dyeing core..
Brr…creepy!
And then it came the day when Alma stopped dancing..God
damn broken record! Unwinding, rewinding, forwarding, fast forwarding, stop!
Unwinding, rewinding..Hey DJ, why don’t you play that song again?
Where the streets have no name, the music has no words,
the road has no meaning, and the dance has no real shape.
“You want to run but you have nowhere to hide, you want
to tear down the walls that hold you inside, you want to reach out and touch
the flame, but the streets have no name”.
Hey DJ, haven’t I heard this song again and again?
Breaking down the old records, deleting the words with
no meaning, clearing the roads with no mark, reaching out from inside not holding
on those walls, free falling and free landing on that street that step by step
has your name, it has your meaning, it has your shape!
Moving on one step following the other on your rhythm and
then putting it on replay! Plugging on that sound of your first step to the
vibe of the next one and following that frequency again and again, high or low,
simple walking or beautifully acting towards reacting to your energy and
beyond..again creating life to that Dance when it comes that time when the
music starts playing on that street with Your Name!
:)
