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My world of dance

I was fascinated by the world of dance since I was a child. I love the way ones body can tell stories, and send emotions, and make you cry, or laugh, or shivered. Without words. An universal language…

I opened my eyes on ballet. The choreograph was a Russian, Sadia. She didn’t speak to much and not very correct neither, but she was dancing. Long body line, long neck, long legs and arms, flexible, slim and strong, reaching for the sky. Ballet, in Russian, was born to entertain the royal court. It was elegant, eloquent and it fit them. Last year I have seen Anna Karenina. I cried in the end – no words, just gestures and I cried.

Then came Shakira. Big jump, isn’t it? Our genetic memories about oriental dances are somehow connected with ottoman empire and how all our leaders were trying to keep the barbarian outside borders of Europe. But Shakira made the dance occidental, believable. I wanted to dance like her. Belly dances were born from a symbiosis of religious and erotic, a tribute to the fertility cults of ancient world. No pointe shoes, but bare foots, no fancy costumes, but bare skin between the bottom of the bra and the hip line. I have attended an oriental dance class, last year. The trainer, a middle-age,chubby, Finnish woman – that you could never be noticed on the street, until she started to dance. The change was spectacular. You could hear the camels in the desert and the lover for whom she left her country, her religion, took the veil and devoted her life to him, and him only…

What about Ricki Martin? Do you remember his final look in Livin’ la Vida Loca? I could change Rafael with him… (you don’t know who’s Rafael?) So I went to Latin dance courses. Today I had a class. My trainer is from Cuba. Black like the night and with jewelries all over like Flavor Flav. Salsa, cha cha cha, rumba were a fusion between poor Europeans and negro slaves dances dated from 16th century. Boy, but he knows how to dance! And to enjoy it! He keeps a class full with 20 women from 17 to 60 years old, at his small finger, and he is dancing and singing, that you can feel the blood boiling under his black perfect skin.

I have tried once, being in a club, to learn Flamenco. The dance of the proud and oppressed ones. Born in Andalusia, with gypsy flavors, guitars and tambourine breaking the rhythm, faster and faster and faster, until you don’t see around anything than large skirts and black hair and beautiful, beautiful hands.

I have not tried, but next on my list is the African dance. It celebrate the birth, harvest or death, ask for gods protection or ward of the evil spirits. Did you read Corinne Hofmann’s “The white Masai”? It is another world… Men are segregated from women. They are jumping, using large body movements, while women are bended, tied to the earth, closer to the source of life and energy, while the drums are beating in the same rhythm with their hard: dum, tododum, dum, tododum, dom…

8 Aprilie 2010 - Posted by | eu |

9 comentarii »

  1. asa se explica gratia ta, mersul, tinuta
    ai tot felul de secrete doamna dr.ing., ex balerina

    Comentariu de tristeteapamantului | 8 Aprilie 2010 | Răspunde

    • lasa ca nici cu tine nu mi-e rusine… mai stii cand mergeam la aerobic pe undeva pe langa stadion? sau unde era?

      Comentariu de myohemmin | 9 Aprilie 2010 | Răspunde

      • noroc cu anii aia de tihna provinciala, ca n-am mai avut timp dupa aia de sala, am intrat niste ani intr-o isterie corporatista: condus 60km+muncit 12 ore+condus 6okm+somn si atat.
        iar acum, cand as avea ceva timp, parca nu l-as cheltui pe joc de glezne

        Comentariu de tristeteapamantului | 10 Aprilie 2010

    • se spune ca ACUM e cel mai important jocul de glezne, cand rezerva de sport acumulata in copilarie se epuizeaza si gravitatia incepe sa-si spuna accentul…

      Comentariu de myohemmin | 10 Aprilie 2010 | Răspunde

  2. Fiu!Dupa ce ca trapai prin dex de atatea lacune iata-ma si cu dictionarul englez sub brat.Lucru bun ca hmm..segregated..aha..am invatat ceva cuvinte pe ziua de azi,si in romana si in engleza.
    Mie imi place tangoul lui Al Pacino,ala cu parfum de femeie si Patrick Swayze.

    Oare o fi mai greu la batranete sa-ti accepti degradarea ,decaderea (care o fi cuvantul mai potrivit?)
    atunci cad ai fost perfect,adorat de toti,admirat?

    Comentariu de campuriAurii | 8 Aprilie 2010 | Răspunde

    • de Patrick vorbesti? eu am inteles ca e un luptator – si pana nu depune armele – nu se preda…

      Al Pacino a fost mortal cu tangoul lui… de tango uitasem, si asta ar fi interesant de invatat… m-a dus o prietena, careia ii multumesc acum, in Paris, pe malul Senei sa vad frantuzii cum dansau – si chiar dansau…

      dupa ora, cubanezul ne-a prezentat o grupa de dansatoare finlandeze care aveau un spectacol de samba. Fetele – au tot respectul meu ca n-au complexe si merg sa danseze pe scena, indiferent de cati ani au (in jur de 40), cum aratau sau cat de talentate sunt…

      Comentariu de myohemmin | 9 Aprilie 2010 | Răspunde

  3. 40+??? Inseamna ca…8->

    Da ,despre Patrick vorbesc,ca frumusel a mai fost sarmanul si plin de talent.

    Comentariu de campuriAurii | 10 Aprilie 2010 | Răspunde

  4. Da, mi-ai stranit amintiri placute cu SADIA. Si eu am facut balet cu ea. Asa se explica , mersul nostru de „feline”. Din familie se trage. Avem radacini adanci. De Doamna Gaby, iti mai aduci aminte ? De la ea, am cunoscut-o pe Sadia.
    Cand imbatranesti, numai trupul se degradeaza. (Nimic nu decade !). dar daca spiritul ramane tanar, poti sa fii mandra de tine, si sa te sui pe scena si la 80 de ani. sa vii vesel, si sa stii sa iti porti anii cu mandrie. Numai Tu stii ce e in mintea ta. Tu iti stii bucuriile si micile trucuri, ptr a ramane vesnic „pe scena”
    Despre ANA KARENINA, am reciti cartea, anul trecut. ptr ca mi-a placut f mult. Am uneori nostalgii din copilarie/adolescenta, si recitesc cu placere carti din perioada aceea: „La rascruce de vanturi”si FIUL RISIPITOR!!!
    By the way: cele mai frumoase dansuri sunt cele Sud Americane: salsa, Cea-cea, pacheata, rumba. le-am invatat de la bastinasi. Le ador. (pe ele, DANSURILE-feminin; a nu se intelege gresit: pe EI!!!). Ha-ha. Am auzit ca in jamaica , e cura de vitaminizare. Inveti dansuri la greu. Stii bancul acela cu WENDY (Well come to Jamaiva. Wish you a nice Holliday!). Si eu am luat dictionarul ptr Sagregate. Ne si culturalizam, invatam lucruri si obiceiuri noi. Super acest blog!!!! keep going.

    Comentariu de Mihaela | 14 Aprilie 2010 | Răspunde

    • Am scris despre tanti Gabi in Esikuvani – pentru „cititorii mei finlandezi” glumesc… Am scris-o in finlandeza pentru ca e oricum aveam de facut o tema si in plus e un motiv sa mai caut cuvinte si sa imi pun finlandeza la punct cate de cat…

      Comentariu de myohemmin | 15 Aprilie 2010 | Răspunde


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