When I come into contact with gravity I observe the resistance in my joints.
I move towards the pain to conquer it and enjoy stretching it, rotating it and shaking it in spirals, paying attention to every angle of my body.
The vital energy takes me and throws me to the floor, I feel pleasure and scream, I feel ecstasy and sweat.
How many parts inhabit me, how many corners to reconquer day by day.
How much body to discover and how much life to embody.
How many memories hidden in the fibers.
How many buried fears.
How much life contained in unexplored tissues.
How many waves of emotion and uninhabited spaces of pleasure.
How much light emerges when I stretch.
How many melodies to hum.
Dancing ignites my passion inside.
Each joint has its expression.
Each circle, its diameter.
Each angle and curve finds its expression and its own geometry.
When I move my hips, I realize how much repression still lives in me.
When I move my body, I leave the noise of my mind.
When I light the fire of pleasure, I find myself.
Music invites me and incites me to feel.
What pleasure is the expansion of being and the presence of undulating in the freedom of existing in plenitude.
In movement I return to myself.
In movement I find myself here.