Dancing slowly down the street rubbing her shoes in the dirt, looking back at a big colorful tent with all the clowns coming out
She lifts up her feet and jumps to the air, shes flying high above the skies, she swings her skirt from side to side and prepares to hit the ground
In a second or a half her feet slowly lands and she bends her knees with elegance, she bows for the audience up in the sky and blesses the air she is breathing
With passion and vision she runs to the tent and cuddles and kisses her mom, she looks at her daughter with wet loving eyes and caresses her face with a thought
She grabs her hand and pulls her down, down under the curtain, she looks at the stage, the floor and the crowd, because now she is back in the circus
