They create Cristiane Boullosa
The lost dance
I walked between the bottom and the way as if I were walking barefoot in hot sand. I got blisters in my brain, cracks in my skin and I spit words down the soles of my feet. Yesterday the waters advanced slowly and the wounds sank little by little. Very little by little …
One day in the process of creation the image of Ophelia appeared to me with strength and determination.
His voice shouted through my movements, hand to hand with the impulses of my body, from the inside out …
I was Ophelia and she carried all the weight of my life with me.
I was Ophelia going to meet the waters to let me die,
I was her letting me wrap around those waters,
those of the sweet death …
Dance Cristiane Boullosa
Costume Helena Frutos