The seduction imposed on us by vibrant reminiscence
can drag us into the despair of continuous repetition of sad memories,
just as easily as it can lead us…
into the highest triumph of freely creating a new counter-gesture: the dance.
From then on, our movements become lighter than air,
ethereal gestures into space, away from all heaviness.
Rhythm, cadence, syncopation reach ear and eye,
and man is unobtrusively dragged back into the very beginning of his existence,
together with others he undergoes a common regression.
Close your eyes and see.
I’m dancing, dance with me. Dance with my children.
we know the truth,