Love is the beauty of the soul.
I'm a dancer, French and unpredictable.
I am me. Just enjoy.
Love is the beauty of the soul.
“Le Parc” - Angelin Preljocaj (by Nichka01)
I want a trouble-maker for a Lover,
Blood spiller, blood drinker, a Heart of flame,
Who quarrels with the sky and fights with fate,
Who burns like fire on the rushing sea.”
~Rumi
Be the one to guide me, never to hold me down
He carries stars in his pockets because he knows she fears the dark. Whenever sadness pays her a visit, he paints galaxies on the back of her hands.”
Alaska Gold (via pinterest.com couldn’t say it better)
Dance is a light and irreplaceable spark of passion, a flame in the rain, a smiling, climbing and glowing flame . As it moves through the body, its warmth rises upward, fanning out at the heart, consuming all thoughts. When you dance, you just let go.
…Let e-mails fly like panicked, tiny birds.
Let phones, unanswered, ring themselves to sleep.
Above, the sky unrolls its telegram,
immense and wordless, simply understood:
you’ve made your mark like birdtracks in the sand -
now make the air in your lungs your livelihood.
See how each wave arrives at last to heave
itself upon the beach and vanish. Breathe.
Ros Barber