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GreatWest
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Hello! Welcome to my new thread to post the little texts that I so love to write whenever it's possible. My first post will be a writing that I gave the name of The Dance of Chaos. If there's something that I love, it's the context of chaos. I don't know why but it just intrigues me so much. And I tried to describe it on this little text, it's not perfect but I tried.
Also, almost all of my writings will be translations of my original ones, since my first language is portuguese and that's the language that I have more dominance over. So, unsurprisingly, it may not have as much impact as the original one. and for that I apologize, but I'll try to translate them as best as possible. Said that, I hope you enjoy it.
Also, almost all of my writings will be translations of my original ones, since my first language is portuguese and that's the language that I have more dominance over. So, unsurprisingly, it may not have as much impact as the original one. and for that I apologize, but I'll try to translate them as best as possible. Said that, I hope you enjoy it.
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The Dance of Chaos
Many can't see your beauty and I ask myself why, it's distinct, it's for all. And yet they scold it. Are we really that blind? To disgust ourselves of this dance of which we are part of? Maybe we are. Maybe we just can't understand. For the steps are discreet, the music mute, the scenery is everywhere and the characters, everyone. 1,2,1,2. You hum. 1,2,1,2. We dance. The most beautiful art, the most ancient. The most destructive.
1,2,1,2.
There it is.
1,2,1,2.
Always so beautiful.
Oh, look, the choreography has changed. The rhythm is another, don't try to learn. Why?, you ask. Well, I respond, the change belongs, it's what defines it. And the ending, there is not? Ha ha, an ending? No. There is a pause, merely that. A moment of lull, to rest your feet. Do not comfort yourself, though, there it comes again.
1,2,1,2.
There it is.
1,2,1,2.
The Dance of Chaos.
The Dance of Chaos
Many can't see your beauty and I ask myself why, it's distinct, it's for all. And yet they scold it. Are we really that blind? To disgust ourselves of this dance of which we are part of? Maybe we are. Maybe we just can't understand. For the steps are discreet, the music mute, the scenery is everywhere and the characters, everyone. 1,2,1,2. You hum. 1,2,1,2. We dance. The most beautiful art, the most ancient. The most destructive.
1,2,1,2.
There it is.
1,2,1,2.
Always so beautiful.
Oh, look, the choreography has changed. The rhythm is another, don't try to learn. Why?, you ask. Well, I respond, the change belongs, it's what defines it. And the ending, there is not? Ha ha, an ending? No. There is a pause, merely that. A moment of lull, to rest your feet. Do not comfort yourself, though, there it comes again.
1,2,1,2.
There it is.
1,2,1,2.
The Dance of Chaos.
by G.W.