Dance on Pleasure

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    Dance on Pleasure

    I'm still dancing on red plastic; 
    The Moon is so generous, 
    To offer her goblet to me. 

    I don't try to let myself go; 
    The repression is too dishonest when, 
    I summon my blue nature. 

    Sometimes, 
    It's easy to set the desires free, 
    In order to get a good communion with the earth; 

    The pleasure has been rooted centuries ago, 

    So it's not new that our psalms contemplate, 
    The purity of our flesh. 

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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