Asja
Pearl of Islaam
***MY LAST BALLET***
You wish of me to do everything so
perfect,like I can not do anything wrong
like everything must be so perect like
the moves of ballet.
I know you see me perfect when I play
ballet in white with beauty moon on the night
It is only melody of heaven which is dancing
in the white air,but is it real when you can not
see melody of heaven.
I can not do everything so perfect like ballerina
in her ballet,I can also sometimes fall down
Even swans which are danceing on blue lake
under moonlight sometimes loos their winds.
And I am playing maybe my last ballet and in
this dance I fall down.How I am going to
get up again of so much shame,when everyone
is asking of me to do everything so perfect.
This is my last ballet,I can not play it anymore
I know that life is taking me in onother way
I must leave,I must go.
But while I am playing ballet I have feeling
that I am walking over seas but my foots are
still draw,on them there is no water
Everything is so white.
I am croosing oceans,rivers,deserts
mountains and values,but still everything is
too much for me.In my innocent dance I have
feeling that I am there neer the sun which is
neither cold,neither warmh,it is only for me
I am neer the sun which is never disappearing
and which is never living sunset
And my last ballet has finished,if I again
make mistake,I could never play it again
I can not be white swan and I can not do
everything so perfect like moves of the ballet.
It is something beyond the words,it can
not be desribe with words and I do not know
is it good or bad.It is quivering of waek heart.
It is power and something strange.I feel
so happy in my ballet,but I know I can not
save that dance forever,life is waiting for me.
Is it good or bad.It is quivering of waek heart.
It is power and something strange.I feel
so happy in my ballet,but I know I can not
save that dance forever,life is waiting for me.
You wish of me to do everything so
perfect,like I can not do anything wrong
like everything must be so perect like
the moves of ballet.
I know you see me perfect when I play
ballet in white with beauty moon on the night
It is only melody of heaven which is dancing
in the white air,but is it real when you can not
see melody of heaven.
I can not do everything so perfect like ballerina
in her ballet,I can also sometimes fall down
Even swans which are danceing on blue lake
under moonlight sometimes loos their winds.
And I am playing maybe my last ballet and in
this dance I fall down.How I am going to
get up again of so much shame,when everyone
is asking of me to do everything so perfect.
This is my last ballet,I can not play it anymore
I know that life is taking me in onother way
I must leave,I must go.
But while I am playing ballet I have feeling
that I am walking over seas but my foots are
still draw,on them there is no water
Everything is so white.
I am croosing oceans,rivers,deserts
mountains and values,but still everything is
too much for me.In my innocent dance I have
feeling that I am there neer the sun which is
neither cold,neither warmh,it is only for me
I am neer the sun which is never disappearing
and which is never living sunset
And my last ballet has finished,if I again
make mistake,I could never play it again
I can not be white swan and I can not do
everything so perfect like moves of the ballet.
It is something beyond the words,it can
not be desribe with words and I do not know
is it good or bad.It is quivering of waek heart.
It is power and something strange.I feel
so happy in my ballet,but I know I can not
save that dance forever,life is waiting for me.
Is it good or bad.It is quivering of waek heart.
It is power and something strange.I feel
so happy in my ballet,but I know I can not
save that dance forever,life is waiting for me.
Written by Asja,25 May 2009
