Your smiling, or the contemplation of such, is the wondrous life force of the airy earth, Lucent as shadows slowed by wading moonlights, teaches the leaves to pause in cascading languors, And the wood nymphs now must sing and strive to dream. Their hair like willows diffuse the rhythmic monotones, Their gaze towards silken river and ebullient sea shores, Can time heal the fearful and smooth the cloudiness of your soul? To delight is rise from terrible tales with overwhelming compulsion: This time, I hope you dance like wind, my dear…
This week has been rather eventful for me; therefore, today’s post is short, but hopefully sweet too 💕. I would also like to share a brief solo dance video of me dancing in the studio. It’s a set of autobiographical movement improvisation phrases.
I have tentatively named this piece I Hope You Dance Like Wind and wrote the above corresponding poem afterwards. Note that this dance piece is now nowhere near the final and I will keep developing it over the next few weeks. Hopefully, I will be able to post the final performance. Thank you all for reading and visiting!🥳🥂