“All absorbed in restraining herself
and yet, despite herself, she seems to move according to the rhythm of her life to come. She runs a bit, hesitates, stops half-turns around… and, all while dreaming, shakes her head for or against.
Then she dances a few steps that she invents and forgets, no doubt finding out that life moves on too fast.
It’s not so much that she steps out of the small body enclosing her,
but that all she carries with her frolics and ferments.
…when her whole life is full of risks the little red dress will always seem right.”
-Rilke, passed on to me by my good friend michelle
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