Compañía Nacional de Danza

And what if the horizontal is my only companion
And what if the ice under my nails never melts
And what if in the snow’s cool embrace I forget my desires
And what if the wind erases my facial detail or expression
And what if my clothes are my only witness to form
And what if I am left with a permanent vista of clouds
And what if my hair grows will it follow the ancient path of rivers
And what if my bones whistle their own melody of descent
And what if at night the stars collect in my hollows
And what if the moon burns my shadow into these rocks and the grass grows between my teeth
And what if the sun bleaches my tongue of conversation, then I will send coded messages on my skin to be interpreted by storms
And what if my flesh becomes coal and my skull turns to marble