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I dance while imagining things I'm going to write. I write while I imagine myself dancing. And I write. And I dance. And I record a simple moment that I can remember a lifetime. Or maybe I forget and only remember whenever I look at the photo that will eternalize my act as long as it exists.

And so can be the act of life. I can do something and remember. Forget. Remember again. During the action, fall. Lift. Fall again. Lift. Smile and cry. Tap dance in tears or drown in them. Or tap dance and drown. Floating in tears after breathing deeply with the relief of crying.

In the same way, I can always remember reading my writing and imagining other things to do on stage. When I dance, I write in time an excerpt of my life, I make myself a record of part of the history of human existence.

Surprisingly or not, even if the world does not know that I once existed, if there is an infinite book that records all lives, I am inscribed in it. Because I'm already born. And may I never be scratched out of the infinite book. But I am not the author of such a work, nor do I have enough knowledge to do so.

Therefore, I make the world my artistic space, in order not to become non-existent and forgotten, writing my performances in the universe. And human existence is marked by every line of every thing I write, every movement I perform. And history carries marks of what I do and what I don't do. And, living or dead, I suffer the action of everything that has already been done or not done by me and/or by others.  

In the act of dancing and writing, I make decisions that I have based on decisions already made even before entering the scene. It is possible that I will come to unexpected decisions. Depends on... 

In the act of life, I feel pain worse than I can feel after a fall in the act of dancing, and sometimes the pain is exactly the same when the fall in the dance is already because of something in the act of life. After all, I only get to the act of dancing because of the act of life. I can only dance because I have life. I only dance because I live. My life is movement. The stop is rest and movement. Who knows how I'm on the inside? 

I present rehearsed choreographies and choreographies that I never dreamed of performing. I think choreography without music, music without choreography. I improvise, I create, I rebuild, I destroy... There are so many things I can do. And so many things they can do for me and me. 

Sometimes, those who dance are bad. Sometimes, those who dance are fine. One thing is a fact, dance exists. It remains to be seen how each one will dance. 

Sometimes, I write without wanting to write. Sometimes, I don't write anything thinking about writing. Restlessness comes. Pen and paper can calm me down or not. I've written so much that I've made a callus on my finger and used up a lot of pens in a very short time.  

There are things I've written that, if I could, I'd throw into an incinerator. A furnace would also do. What's stopping me? Whereas there are things I wrote that I would turn into a book for the whole world to read. While this does not happen, I write and publish. Perhaps, one day, the whole world will be able to read what I write. 

When someone reads one of my writings, they have access to a representation of a moment in my life, regardless of whether it reports something that has happened outside my head. The moment I write is a moment in my life. 

I wasn't planning a writing, but I was inspired to write this text after taking a picture of myself with my cell phone while I was dancing alone in a house in a waterfront neighborhood of the city of Salvador – BA. And so, photo and text carry and are vestiges of the time I still have. I don't know how long. 

When the weather is too hot, my goggles even slip over my nose. And the pen, between my fingers with and like sweat all over my body. Sometimes, for some reason, I write so much that I don't even miss the glasses. The lenses are even annoying. Write. That's when I just need to undress. Nudity is not always of clothes and shoes. And I even undress to have life. And I dress up as life to have life. I am life.  

Time vibrates and leaves people writing in lines of expression and in other ways. It marks each moment, freely timing the moment in a subtle way or not until the arrival of the last act of the greatest spectacle that is life. 

 

*Google Translation.