There is a kind of pride which is a love toward a
good dance. Dance is a fate and step up through life. But love for dance isn’t
love for your dance, nor act, to which you are proud of, but you take a meaning
from yours acts. Only in that way you’ll never end. Just
pretentious person is satisfied and break her stride to imagining herself and
deal with the worship of her same. From the others she can’t get anything exept
their applause. But, we, eternal vagrants striding toward God, we despise such
because nothing ours can’t satisfy us. Danse is, remember, war, seduction,
murder and remorse….because….
If you want to get away a flood, and
she opposes her movement – then you dance. If you are flirting and your rival
resist your love – and then you dance. Dance needed an enemy. But, who’s enemy
will honors you with a dance of his sword, if there is nobody in you ?
What you’ll learn about dancer if she is empty ? Where country is scarce,
where the ploughshare steam stones, where cruel summer burns harvest, where man
resists to barbarians and where barbarian kills weaker, there dance is born, in
the meaning of every step.
In the making of every creation, the
main point is to absorb contradictions, but for that exist a key. Key of
exchange. Some call it humility. Humility of heart does not mean that you need
to humble – but to open yourseld. It is not subordination to the people – but
to God ! When you serve – you serve to creation ! Stone is
subordinate to the church, not the other stone. Mother is humble to the child
and gardener to the rose.
I want to start and awake to
something that would excite the world with your moving, but for you I will be a
mere coincidence by which you discovered this need in you, because the need is
it yours.
Sometimes is pleasure for me, that
dancer meets opposing forces or to rein her movement here and untie there. I
also like to hit on something, or to gloat, or to die. I like when she is in
area that was built against her and that there are those thoughts which are
possible and others impossible.
I don’t like at all that she is in
all direction similar, like jelly, but to be directed structure as a living
tree that spreads to his seeds. My power isn’t in presenting anything or to
take a point on the fallacy of your tongue, because it is not false, but,
unfit. Mine is simply to take you in a walk in which steps follow one another.
That I planted you on the mountain where your disputes are resolved, and to
leave you that alone make your truth !
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