(Перевод Екатерины Галицкой)
my wish is to dance to saxophone.
It whispers and touches.
It lifts me and I feel like dancing.
It glitters with its honest vents and makes too intimate sounds.
The man plays with his eyes closed.
He creates here a parallel universe where the floor is 20 inches higher.
I want to hover.
I want to dance a pas and catch the burning eye of a partner.
For some reason or other I’m wearing a dress.
It’s the colour of my cocktail.
I can dance very well. My body inwardly moves to the music.
I want to dance! So, why?..
- Can I have a dance with you?
The saxophone player opens his eyes.
- Sorry, I don’t dance..
I love saxophone player.
I dance only 20 inches above the floor