LÁ Danza | Libertango: Mi Pasion

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Movimiento

I shrug my right shoulder,
then the left one
while the other goes down.

For a second it makes me lighter

-I'm tiptoeing-

For another second I'm lighter 

and another second

and

another_

Feet's movements are

intensively observed by

my eyes.

My toes are sketching

-nonexistent passionate-

words.

Both arms glued to my sides

are watching

-jealously-

my lower limbs expression,

-patiently-

waiting for the moment

I will need them

to keep the balance.

Hands

try to wipe languidly the expressed passion of the legs.

Second round after the return.

The thighs, the knees, the feet getting tired

offering opportunity to increase the upper limbs role.

Ritmo

Tuneful jinx

Tensed rhythm.

Orchestral mutiny blows

the torso straight forward.

Heated debate of limbs and thoughts.

 

Expresión corporal

Now it's the game of the body's extremities.

Brains, hands and feet dialogue with each other in hundreds of gestures. 

Blood evaporates. Pores secrete salty sweat

The hands dictate.  

The arms soften.

The elbows direct.

Espacio

I walk backwards. The body needs to revive. The mind follows spinelessly.

Corners are crossroads...

Estilo

...where styles are interfering

initiating a symbiosis.

Melting medley.

Defying dogma.

Tomorrow Lá Danza will be different but perhaps the same.