Raphaela

1993 was a big year for me, but home’s not so easy, there is always another reality, will my dance leave a legacy, gossamer tears of intensity, a furtive wave on a big sea, like my mother in radiotherapy, unhinged by clemency, parades in front of me daily, they said Daddy was no surety, received no leniency, imprisoned when I was thirteen, an intense premier Ballerina, now I exude elegantly, laugh put lipstick on my history, allowed to move freely, at 38 it feels like honesty, to carry on uneasy wings, my current state of liberty.