I am deeply in love with a ballerina. Her complexion is clear and pale, skin soft and smooth, legs beautiful, breasts small, her lips red and eyes as dark as her long, silken hair. Dressed in black, her slender body turns and dips to Tchaikovsky as it does to rock and roll. I do not know if she is aware of me, if she feels affection for me. She seems like an impenetrable enigma. She looks at me with sadness and never laughs, although at times she surrenders a smile barely sketched, when in the solitude of my home the string runs out and I return her to her crystal box.
Original Title: La bailarina.
Translator: Jamie Hershing
Taken from MINIFICTION
About the Author: René Avilés Fabila