Dancing has always been a large part of my life and often I would be found in dance zones of all sorts, the driving force of each opportunity, this was a certainty that I would delve more into music and body movements. When I witness a dance I connect with it as a human cry that exceeds the ability of words to express, a new dialogue that one may not have seen before and is most certainly difficult to forget. I am left astonished with a questioned: What sadness?, what inability?, what attrition may a human suffer from to produce something with ones purity. I am infatuated dancing as a human art, which more eloquently able to tell the story of the body’s relationship with the soul, its ability to complete ones unity and agreement between the body and the soul, all of this as a way to control many things, including the strands that produce harmony between our insides and our surroundings.

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Our ability to control those strands increases once we are able to identify with ourselves, feeding ones identity with its needs. I do not rely on dancing as a state of expression dependent on the details of the body. Instead I extract what the delusion and what is hidden: two clear forms of movements, which is never produced of our own philosophy but dances with our imagination and consciousness of thought and creativity. It expresses to the body its lightness and freedom, freedom of movement and rhythm.