The humanbeing is born in solitude. Out of longing
one invents ways to touch and move.The very
beautifull medow is so close to the body.
The body rubs, touches, smells the green. The body
is above the earth, on a medow, full of daffodills.
Only the motionless reminds of recreation
Facing death i take pleasure in the dance. It is a
triumphant bodyexpression one lives.The lonly
nature of mankind moves.