I admire dancers. I admire the ability to make your body tell stories, the beauty of carrying within you the world, of stopping time.
Some days I wake up and pretend to be a dancer.
And then I remember, my past really is everything I failed to be.
And I realize it is also the courage of being yourself trough impersonation on stage that leaves me in awe.
References
Fernando Pessoa / Bernardo Soares
The Book of Disquiet
lovely post, and words
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Thank you so much for your words
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