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The Fate of Ophelia (Cabaret Dance Version)

(Verse 1)
Silk dress shimmering, spotlight’s embrace 
A painted smile I perfectly place 
They cheer and they holler, a thunderous roar
Don't ask what I'm thinking, standing on the floor 

Like Ophelia's blossoms, each gesture a sign 
A silent confession, perfectly aligned 
They see the glitter, the sequins, the gleam 
But oh, darling, this ain't a dream.

(Chorus) 
And the river runs deep here, under the lights 
Another performance, through endless nights 
They want a story, a dance, a perfect disguise 
Behind these showgirl eyes, a quiet sunrise 
It's a paper doll stage, where the breezes can bite 
But I'm learning to sway, and I'm holding on tight.

(Verse 2) 
The whispers of tabloids, a delicate hum 
"Is she too much, too little, where did she come from?" 
Like willow branches, they bend to the breeze 
My reputation's at stake, on my trembling knees 

But the music keeps calling, a siren's soft plea 
And I answer, I answer, just watch and you'll see 
The headlines will fade, like flowers in the stream 
But the fire in my spirit, that's not just a gleam.

(Chorus) 
And the river runs deep here, under the lights 
Another performance, through endless nights 
They want a story, a dance, a perfect disguise 
Behind these showgirl eyes, a quiet sunrise 
It's a paper doll stage, where the breezes can bite 
But I'm learning to sway, and I'm holding on tight.

(Bridge)
Some days I feel frayed, like a thread coming loose
From the tapestry woven, by rumor and use
But there’s a strength in the current, I’ve learned to command
A gentle resistance, a steady, soft hand
I might float on the surface, for all them to see
But my roots run much deeper, wild and free.
(Oh, wild and free)

(Chorus) 
And the river runs deep here, under the lights
Another performance, through endless nights
They want a story, a dance, a perfect disguise
Behind these showgirl eyes, a quiet sunrise
It's a paper doll stage, where the breezes can bite
But I'm learning to sway, and I'm holding on tight.

(Outro) 
Yeah, I’m holding on tight, to the girl underneath
The one who still breathes, beyond all belief
The show must go on, or so they all say 
But darling, I'm finding my own way to play. 
My own way to play.

The Fate of Ophelia (Cabaret Dance Version)

Lilia Moritz Schwarcz é antropóloga e historiadora.

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Veja a imagem completa da obra em: masp.org.br/acervo/obra/amnesia

Flávio Cerqueira
São Paulo, Brasil, 1983

Amnésia, 2015
Látex sobre bronze, 129 × 42 × 41 cm
Coleção MASP
Doação do artista, no contexto da exposição Histórias Afro-atlânticas, 2018

The Fate of Ophelia (Cabaret Dance Version)

Ruan Medina Carvalho

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