oil paintings for me

Every evening in pointe shoes on stage,
You go out to meet fate ...
Having paid fabulous price,
You became a slave to the theater ...

In bright flashes of spotlights, as in a fairy tale
You carelessly "throw Batman" ...
Give yourself all this dance ...
And the tulips wilt in the shower ...

 

 

Full room, scream bravely, flirt
You lost count of fans ...
And if you are left alone,
Ripping the cover of the magazine ...

Your portrait is decorated with posters,
You have long become Primus ...
But in the shower you were a girl,
Waiting for the boy nahala ...

"Throw Batman" high leg swings (ballet slang)
AlexanderLone


 

 

 

 

 

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