Provisional danza choreographies

El cielo en mi bolsillo

“Intimacy, game, abetment: how could I tell you that I love to be with you...”

A Primera Vista

At first sight. How could i explain, that all we stared at no matter the strenth, only allowed us to smile sometimes I realised that it wasn't smart but, anyways, the countless faces looking to us, look completely empty, then i decided to leave.

La Cita

Not a thing to do. worthless to keep the forms. only imaginig you, the bug runs away. Leaving me like this. With my face on fire and my feet in little ponds, with no air, without music, It leaves me nothing. Coral Troncoso

Hildebrand

I always thought that he loved me. You forgot me, you didn?t see me, even if I was getting naked in front of you, you didn?t see me even when I was wearing your clothes down in the street. "To my mother"

Nadie

All those bold birds that fly towards distant spaces, a time will come, indeed, in which they will not be able to go further and they will have to land on a post or in a bare reef, considering themselves happy having found that miserable asylum...