passion that bleeds
Hands have always been my way to peer into another persons soul but while I was going through a blog today I froze at this picture of a tango dancers feet. She dances during the day for tourists in Argentina and then at night she dances to dance, for the pleasure of such beautiful movements. These feet are now my background on my computer because for me the blood is bold and somewhat freeing. To have a passion that breaks skin and causes pain is magical and I can only admire this girl who truly sets herself alive. When the photographer asked her if she gets tired her reply was, "I can sleep when I'm dead." Those words were more heard than read, my eyes seemed to change its sense but even though this unconventionality could have confused me, it didn't; Instead I'm still hearing the words but louder each time my eyes scan the page.