They say the music starts in the point the word is losing its meaning. We can say the same about dancing, because the dancers tell us whole stories without saying a word. The stage, the scenery, the costumes, the music and their own bodies become the tools they use to transpose the public into the fragile world of the movement, which is alive as long as the music flows.
Ballet is an art made with care, apparently simple, but there are only few who know that the light steps, the flight, the...

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as a person catalogued by society as "single" who passed away slowly by the first youth () I'm thinking about the best place for "picking up" my mate. because the days when the dogs were walking around with our mates in their tales passed away some time ago, we should follow the example of our ancestors and start hunting for fresh flesh

hunting, hunting, but where (you'd say), because we don't live in amazonian jungle and we lost our instincts and...

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in the past I used to dream that I was flying...

almost each of the nights I was staying on house's roofs, hanging my heels on the weak spouts to not fall when i was losing my balance. It was so good to know that, when a shadow was lugging after me, all I had to do was to stir up my arms, to raise...up...in the sky.

I used to imagine that I was a big dove who forgot his wings in the theatre's wardrobe.

it seem that the "fault" for my dreams...

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the smell woke him up in the middle of the night, exactly when he was doing his beauty sleep. how else could he keep in shape his arms long and thin as tiny plys?

ah and this happened while he was dreaming about that comfy cloud who just started sifting some white sugar over the sponge cakes just taken out of the stove, together with theyr cheek scarred by warmth.

and even he would have loved to sleep longer he couldn't resist to tempting thougt to open wide his nostrils...

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there are only 2 days left till December the 1st, Romania's National Day. on december the 1st 1918, transylvania became a part of Romania and since then we celebrate this moment each year.

but is not this what i'm thinking about, because my soul has an itch - a crazy feeling who makes me miss a special place: Greece.

I don't know why i'm thinking about this, maybe because there is a moment of beguining of winter, maybe because the days are so short and so cold, maybe...

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