The red belly would dance the Bossanova.
Head
Face
Pillow
Mind
Afraid
I do not know what I think of this Bossanova, this red belly head, face, mind… a dance that is afraid, maybe of a pillow. But it brings colors of orance, yellow, light and fark blues, purples—all mixed from the red.
Blurred people dancing on the street fading out in the distance, dancing under a starry night, moonlight sky. Others walking, sitting at a café nearby. A painter watches and captures the moment. The dancers hear the music in their heads, in their faces, in their minds. But unlike the red belly, they are not afraid; and not inanimate objects of comfort that cannot move but can only be moved… However, in a way they are like pillows—able to be moved, but only by the music in their minds and in their hearts.
--Justine
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