"If a dancer dances – which is not the same as having theories about dancing or wishing to dance or trying to dance or remembering in his body someone else’s dance – but if the dancer dances, everything is there.
. . Our ecstasy in dance comes from the possible gift of freedom, the exhilarating moment that this exposing of the bare energy can give us. What is meant is not license, but freedom..."
/Merce Cunningham/
2014. augusztus 16., szombat
traedme del puerto
la baba de las olas, una gaviota, un vestido de boda,
o algo blanco,
para envolver mi cuerpo despellejado.
teneis todo el tiempo
porque los besos de mi amor me ha perforado el cranio
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