como baile.
Todo lo que hacemos es bailar
pero muy mal
si no escuchamos la música
ni nos movemos con elegancia
y es que estamos obligados quizá
por una esclavitud
a lo burdo
a la satisfacción apurada
de lo insaciable siempre
y a dormirnos
ansiosamente.

PERHAPS dancing is all we do, but badly, in our everyday lives.
We wake up disrupted by an alarm, forcing ourselves to synchronize with a schedule regimented by an order that claims to offer us the promise of a particular fulfillment of all our needs, material and otherwise, rewarding us with placing ourselves outside of the world in which we live, pretending to ignore that there is any world other than this one, and that we exist in a state of yearning, that is only momentarily interrupted by consumption, overwhelming feelings, dazzling excitement and… dancing. But to dance requires our active participation, our discipline, our psycho-bio-logic engagement, and we are so tired after giving our entire life to what we think is living.
The “outside” of the world promised by “The Order” and orders is none other than Death itself.