I can see the elegance of her moving things on a table.

Every movement is sensed, she playfully articulate her steps. I see when she crosses her legs beneath the chair I see the subtle change of direction of her hands in the air. It doesn't matter what she holds. What is she doing? Is she doing something? She knows she is being watched. She is faking everything. Now I see her playing She is seating, concentrated Confused hands on the guitar From up here I see her prominent cheeks Her mouth is so small, pouty She looks at me. 'I don't know what I'm doing. I don't remember anymore' She closes her eyes, open disconcerted. I want to scream at her Faking everything. You can't show this to him. Can't he see you? I think you know what you are doing I don't say that to her I smile It comes out genuine.