The dancer was soaring, light, impalpable and his breaths, received barely resembled the beating of wings of a moth. With left hand rolled the train of oriental silk dress gave her his last true love .... And once marked a relentless pace doble ...
melancholy as a gray and rainy morning sacrificed his cadenza lightness and vigor with which marked the poses. The physicist is still dry and beautiful, sparingly in telling how to enjoy the satisfaction that gave the dance remained measured, made without the spin of the steps could affect the accuracy of the dress.
Elina is the name that he knew of lightness, he lived only to dance. He began to believe that things must be tried and then get a statement, a kind of documentary experience that can provide further clarification. For
This began the challenge of starting to dance to see what is moving ...! He decided quickly, the victim of an illness that forced her immobile for months. His muscles did not respond to commands and slowly gave way to the sleep of the physical space. A strange sort of lethargy that numbing the senses overheating the skin.
Malaria! They diagnosed the wise and caring slowly regained space for a reasonable health. So as soon as her strength allowed him to decide for the body, decided that he would dance ... forever!
remembered every note of music with which they entertained the old parties in the living room of her father's house, when the brothers, then already men invited the girls to the first parties covertly naive. Built on those melodies, slowly, the first choreography, all invented and perhaps unwatchable. But for her, the dance was a ritual of liberation, the only way he knew how to get in tune with the world. She danced and she knew to be living in a place I live, and decide it is understood that half of the imperial wrong.
She decided she could and just walked away from that house, granting him his share to his brother in place of her mother some clothes and a jewel, a thin crescent of glitter to decorate the hair she wore crepe never do without. The sparkle of the stones reminded her childhood, when his madre chinava la testa per porgerle le guance al fine di ottenere un bacio e la luce riflessa sulle pietre simulava un irradiante arcobaleno che s’infrangeva sulle onde della chioma di lei.
Quella luce le era rimasta negli occhi, per tutta l’adolescenza e anche oltre. Illuminava i suoi momenti bui, la notte della vita che, a volte, le faceva rimpiangere la scelta di non aver voluto creare una famiglia per seguire il suo amore: la danza…
Conosceva un solo compagno, Florian, il ballerino che da tredici anni le segnava i passi, dividendo con lei forme immaginarie, traiettorie dolci ed ossessionanti.
Florian le aveva promesso una fedeltà assoluta, superiore a quella che si giurano gli sposi. Non avrebbe mai danzato con nessun else if not with her. This decision, as it was unexpected stops, Elina had created a disturbance in a loud and regret felt gratitude towards the man. Especially regret complained about his nights. He knew he would never love that Florian and deeply sorry. That oath of allegiance made by his fellow sports deserved in return a promise even more important, but that will not only needed but also of feeling. Elina did not know ... not even lie to itself.
That night was incredible. The room was overflowing with curious eyes, fixed on her dress of macramé. The marble floor reflected the lights of the chandeliers and the intoxicating scent of the flower baskets slightly stunning the senses.
Florian took the hand of the dancer, placed a tiny kiss on the back and whispered ".. is now .. "She turned away with the look of prey concentration and stared puzzled as if he had never seen among many others. Then the ticking of the stick from the Director pointed to the musicians and the time from having to follow the music covered the silence ....
steps walked alone a mechanical movement, fully registered, and began to carve the figures. The audience gasped for a long time, as if that could not breath strengthen the thread that bound each to the sides of Elina. The orchestra finished the score
and the number of the dancers remained in the eye again for another time. Then a thunderous applause ... like a tropical storm that surprises and overwhelms. Florian
called the center of the room his companion rode the buzz and the crowd pleased. Elina
returned to him after that brief journey into the world of dance ... in his world. A little star of sweat from his forehead broke away and slid to the ground. She, careless, his head rolled 90 degrees trying to make eye companion. It was then, after thirteen years, he discovered a new expression: the tenderness he felt for her man. She blushed, feeling naked in front of the eyes in love. Someone
the crowd shouted "encore" ...
Elina nodded with a slight smile, he turned his eyes to meet the eyes of fellow, finding the usual unconditional consent.
"... Want to dance, still with me ....?"
