to get rid of it?

cause the shine of the stars will not stop and I will caress the bottom of your heart, the dead of a entusiastic soul, everyday is a reborn to my spirit. My sensible words are fragile to explain the need of share, I press to key to what can it be. I have a fear.Don´t know how really can I express this fear. Is surrended to the habits, excluding the fancy way of improvise minds.What to say when your pleasure is define by society terms. I can´t move anymore, the blasfemia turns around and scares the genuin genio.Without boards can be love consider the lascive victims that don´t love persons, but only bodies. the images and thoughts travel faster then my capacity of perception. Wish to have a brain register, but simply where to open up. Where to dress a code of happiness inside you, guess that is so painful if someone had to live only with hapiness.
Dazzling how weather is changing and the inner atmosphere too. Lick the air and transform the code, dirt minding, don´t mind its only a vain habit. Love and its forms of doing, of feeling, of hidding, of showing and of passing. Its a only stream in life that moves animals to the most crazy acts.
Where to find a cheap place to sleep in venezia?
I agree that non sense is a motive to express the obscure zones, abstractions of a walz.Why sometimes we know and others times we don´t know? It only one body.
Put the finger in the right place.

so far!!!

Far away I see your soul raising and falling, part of me, I see what is not there, mostly is vague and the feeling guide you like a saint. The sense of steping the floor and side by side with lonilyness the storms are more calm then before, where youth and charm would grant a whiskey to make us stone. Now, the water runs, like an invisible waterfall, throught my face, into my chest. I absorve the liquid with open hair, the sin of the salty drops drive the distance unto a desappearing space. Its not fair.
Dress the clothes of the montain, cause the eyes flight descending bends from your bones. Tiptoes across the torso, smell of fresh onions and again the liquid salty drops, is the ocean upon your hands again... drying waters...

and what is there?

In this waving feeling of not knowing who is what, the ambivalence of Maria and the pre conceptual movement. Flash flesh in the bottom of my heart, soft tissue moving to beat betting, who close first the continuity of an open mouth and start moving. Forward like time is almost the untouchable thought of what to introduce to reality, what to expect to further have a feedback, resonance from the large space.
believing in pomegranate as a fine issue for describing the physiology of the mind, a starting point in fight is a way to change life. Prescription of movement is required for this job and vomiting the unknown motion is an emotional future, later on, is we got to know what was it, there. and there I go, to the sake searching of strange understanding of the procedure of strange language. I just don´t understand in general the art but I know for what is there for, maybe that is enough to understand it.

After realising that, what a shity day was there..

so... after this combustive smell from the guts, and that even don´t come from myself, I realise that this day had this typical waving moment, from the shore there was no fisherman trying to catch up a falling soul...so back then I open my mouth to scream and no sound came out, "steronulo" I was. I feel the stream of spring coming very slow, bitter like fall is this the beginning of the end?
Still in this motor flower crossed moment of soul appeal, the flux of undefined words traces the smell engine of the traffic, die verkehr ist keinen lösung, more white fluidness in days dreaming, its not warm when she is away. Somehow I don´t know where to place this futuristic fanaticism of living plan, abroad from homeland always going find the beauty of a cloud above or an under sheet of water. Not only in dead sad borders of the thoughts but also in the refreshment of a juicy kiss, the braking point will not wait if somehow the existence of the smashing ants hint no peoples heads, however there is, es gibt, understanding how babies can so well speak with the eyes, and we carry this loving feeling through the creation of self reality, no complex pre-sensations of brain framing of the emotional effort, is only one body.

two days

well well well...

last days of work I had very big confrontation with my human kind is such a difficult task to represent by playback in Japanese. I had a to use all kind of stratagems to include my self inside a personage which is very characteristic in kill bill movie Pei Mei. this action film in putting me in a big confrontation point where I have to lips and body sync all the movements of the personages. the realshers are at the moment basicly very active warm up with aerobic moments and then after we see scenes many times after each other to get all the little details to copy, in a way that we are able to represent by covering it by heart.
I dont real know what to write in my blog some ideas any coments please .. watching and listen cocorosie in youtube, I am in lisbon near my sister , I pass the weekend here is like summer string time warm and sunny wuth a beach dive it is amazing the temperature of the water and the WAVES!!! WOW....

Daft hands, daft bodies, daft people.

Daft punk music, words written on the body (actually the lyrics), a choreography made from the original which is hands fingers moving in correlation with the beat of daft punks and lyrics, then after this famous unknown person has created this video clip, others ones started copy and making their own versions.
It is a great compilation of ridiculousness but not only, the serious choreography made by most weird persons, from macho macho mans to a 45 years old woman’s showing us a side of human nature how to copy and work in meme quality . It is a strange feeling watching cause make us think in the believe of these persons dancing in a very campy way showing a passion in motion that sometimes not so well executed, you should have a look in youtube seek for daft hands and then daft bodies. It is gorgeous the way some people are amateurs trying to look so professional, reality appear as such a big parody which I define has brain puffed time wasted heads.

BLOG ABOUT BLOGGING

The idea that somehow to became transparent is a will of a permeability to be reasonable enough to translate the happening in the process. A way of transference of the sensitive cognition organs and mind to a tricky body waiting for being use ans process. A hard task which defines what art form is relying on. Today we did mainly a computer work where facebook, youtube, blogspot, skype, gmail were used to enlarge in future the network correspondence as supportive elements for the creation.
A rainy cool day posted by a continues smell of porto wine at the entrance of the dance school, a lip that drop a song, a part of an movie call kill bill with extraordinary fighting scenes, their ability are choreography very well done in impressive use of violence.
While being so many hours on my slow computer it became a strange feeling of nervous and patience, kind of inner unstillness shaking around.

Hello everybody, for the people who read this blog I would like to contextualize a bit the situation. This blog is a part of a project that includes three choreographs which Companhia Instável invited and sponsors to work, is a group with four persons.
Pavlos kountouriotis had the idea of creating a blog to relationate every days work, thoughts that could describe a creative artistic process for a dance piece.

In this context I start to write for the first time in a blog. Well we start with a introduction talk, conversation about the aims, issues of the work. In the beginning we relate to each other by talking about previously work, after Pavlos introduce the two main focus os interest of this project and we spoke as well about the way we will create this blogging.

In this order the two main focus consists in two words: Camp and Violence.
We gave definitions for both of them, we discuses, gave examples, found what is it about. So in fact and trying to resume, Camp is a exaggeration of femininity or masculinity, is connect with gay movement, over production of things ect…
For Violence we define like, intentional physical harm towards others or individual.
In between time we also define the rules for blogging.
The lunch break.
In the afternoon after watching some videos in youtube about Camp we start the physical work.
I found very surprising the themes that were select for the work, something going over the top, over borders, over limits and a representation of a reality that lying is telling or shows the true.
During the lunch and when we were discussing I immediately start to classify my mind about it and start to see images that I pass through or that were created in the moment, the big wave amazed with blondy foam realities or cinematographic images, until where the taste for violence can go? , why do we like to watch violence? , do I consider certain object has a camp example, why ?, it is because I do consider in having something to do with it or I see a sterilization of a type. Camp is large, in a way that we can not describe it or charactize it, we just know that is it.
The studio is calm now and the bells of a church are giving us the six o’clock hour, after a very physical warm up/class, were included floor work stretching we had start the real cheat. We came nicely into a representation of a kung fu fight, with the highest vibration of the vocal Japanese sounds, suddenly we came into a oriental field full of jasmine and cherry’s trees some stones with Japanese calligraphy, jumping screaming faking hits, kicks and bits extremely representative. We discuss about it and I conclude that is not about the real things but more for the future about what it works and what doesn't work, the others conclude that there is a board line about doing or over doing, that is about passion and intention rather then act fake.
We left this task to pass to other camp, kitch , lips sync assignment which consist in three layers. First of all we putted the famous Madonna playing in the Ipod and then real next to the mirror we had to face yourselves and playback singing. That was weird and occurs at the same time, some ugliness for the moment, then after we gave two step back from the mirror and bit by bit the heat start to introduce the self into some camp embarrassing instants , then the comfort of the representation token place for the enjoyment of being Madonna for a moment. And for the last task we had to represent in front of your colleges this personage, trying to not judge and trying to glorify the behaviour by repeting continuously this character.
It was fun to see and feel the transformation and that after a while the embarrassing situation would go away, the real person expose while where very submerge by the task had still is own, very much, human nature.That was it for a day which finished by write all of this, like I suppose will continue going on for three full weeks, except the Sundays