I talk when I move my arms and legs. I shout with my head and my hair echoes.
I love you, when I twist my torso, move my toes, my eyelids, open my shoulders and neck.
words support my actions, my actions are my only words. Thinking about the memories and anxious ideas
about the future. Thinking is not always living, living is doing
things. Dancing is my only true reality. Reality is not always in sync
with me, so I try to catch up by moving slowly towards clarity.
Everybody is dancing their own life, their own reality. Harmony is when
two rhythms have a dialogue and create a new one.