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  • I look for you and I can't find you, I don't look for you and I find you. I walk with my eyes close, I am constantly falling and standing up, that is to dance, risking your life. I refused to open my eyes, I would rather hurt myself and trip in your arms. There is no forms or shapes, only this moment. I can see your breathe and the feel the edges of your skin. The floor vibrates and I start crawling towards you. This dance has empty moments, peaceful moments, uncoordinated steps, joyful steps and gestures, it never stops. A blind dancer finds her partner in the dark.
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