Os meus mundos que se dão

Un cygne qui s'était évadé de sa cage,
Et, de ses pieds palmés frottant le pavé sec,
Sur le sol raboteux traînait son blanc plumage.
Près d'un ruisseau sans eau la bête ouvrant le bec

Baignait nerveusement ses ailes dans la poudre,
Et disait, le coeur plein de son beau lac natal:
«Eau, quand donc pleuvras-tu? quand tonneras-tu, foudre?»

Charles Baudelaire, "Le Cygne"

"La Mort du Cygne", coreografia de Thierry Malandain - Malandain Ballet Biarritz.

I just can get enough

... of Kitri.

Suzanne Farrell and George Balanchine (Life).

Ballet...

 

... so that I can learn to close my eyes in front of the others. Even when they seem to be open.

Ekaterina Maximova e Vladimir Vasiliev (photo here)

Mademoiselle Dimanche

et ses rêveries... du repos? 

Photo ici.

So you think you can dance?

Alessandra Ferri e Roberto Bolle

Ivan Vasiliev

Noureev e Fonteyn

"Fifth positions, heads, musicality, energy. Not technical things so much-getting your leg higher or doing more turns but things that would set you apart from other dancers. The only way you can be different is to be yourself. If you don't find your spirit and reveal it, you just look like every other dancer." (Suzanne Farrell - aqui)

Every me and every you*

Drew Jacoby and Rubinald Pronk, Softly as I leave you.

*Placebo souvenirs.

Sunny Sunday and the more than words soul

Dreaming - and stretching - at the window.

On Agnes Letestu and her world, by Steve Murez - here.

Ah la danse, la danse...

"...Sous le rhythme de la chanson,

ardentes, folles, enfiévrées,

elles se laissaient, enivrées,

emporter par le tourbillon..."

Elina Garanca, em Carmen.

"I feel you"*

Ekaterina Maximova, Vladimir Vasiliev e Maris Liepa, em Spartacus.

And I can't resist!...

*Depeche Mode meets one of my wanna-dance-this ballet.

Trovoada de Maio...

... como pré-texto do sonho.

Marianela Nuñez e Thiago Soares, em Winter Dreams, ballet em um acto de Kenneth MacMillan, com música de Tchaikovsky - e inspiração de Tchekhov.

Ne me quitte pas*

Natalia Osipova, Giselle (...).

"Elle tombe, elle se relève, ele tombe encore et se relève encore, et puis elle tombe et meurt pour de vrai, enfin (...). Le ballet avance entre deux gouffres: la transparence au risque de la froideur ou l'expressivité au risque du sentimentalisme." (Rosita Boisseau, Panorama des ballets classiques et néo-classiques, Paris, Textuel, 2010, p. 220) 

*Monsieur Jacques Brel.

Deixa-me chegar

Drew Jacoby e Rubinald Pronk, B Sonata com coreografia de Leo Mujic.

M-day

Every dance is a kind of fever chart, a graph of the heart. Martha Graham, here.

Martha Graham Dance Class, by Paul Meltsner.

Oh yes they are...

Relevés are a girl's best friend...

Fotografia de Alicia Alonso, aqui.

"Sunday kind of love"

Cookies, pliés and books - passion me, passion you.

Imagem aqui.

"Let me play among the stars..."

"A circus acrobat can jump over ten people in a row. His dexterity will amaze us, but we cannot consider that he has elevation. It is a mechanical trick, made possibly by well-trained muscles. In dance elevation, ballon must be added to the jump.

Under the term ballon, we understand the ability of a dancer to hold in the air a pose or position, which is customary for him on the ground. The dancer stops in the air, remains there as if suspended." (Agrippina Vaganova, Russian Ballet Technique, Dover Publications, 1969, p. 69)

Meia-tarde, meia-chuva, meio-sol, meio-estudo*

Eugenia Obraztsova, variação do Cupido, Dom Quixote.

Aplomb: assurance, poise. This term applied to the dancer means that he or she has full control of body and limbs with the weight correctly centered during a movement. (Gail Grant, Technical manual and dictionary of classical ballet, Dover Publications, 1968, p. 2)

*na tentativa de não morrer no tudo-meio.

"Da minha parte,

Diana Vishneva,

nada sei com certeza, mas a visão das estrelas faz-me sonhar" (Van Gogh - algures na minha memória)