Eyes open to dancers soaring through operatic winds like angels, sending messages. The knowledge of movement instead of words
Rocío (Ro) Christensen
@rocio · 0:20
Thank you so much for sharing this poem. I really felt like that this is exactly how I feel when I watch dancers. It's like they're speaking their own kind of language in a way that I can't fully understand, but I know it, like, hits me right in the heart. Your poem captures that so well. Thank you so much