| Mille Plateaux 54 Belen |
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| I'm looking over the pictures and i m trying to find some inspiration to write what i realy want to write about butoh. I look for it in our gestures, our movements and I suddenly get this feeling, like i want to throw up, but not from my stomach, its my chest who wants to vomit: and start crying. I ask myself: what are you doing? why do you need to look for some clever words. I look at the pictures again but now I see somthing striking....I see 'LIFE I see it so clear that I dont even know why! identify so much with the body of Belen...becouse maybe I am Erika, Anna, Wisa, Paul, katherine or Cissy,....maybe i m even Lee. I m confused, overwhelmed, I start crying again and I meet my biggest edge: latting life penetrate every pore of my body, even when it makes me want to throw up from the chest. Now I know its just life passing throw. |