i remember when i first meet g.we were both working at some comercial. first i didn't like her at all, i though she was snob and arrogant, later i found out that she was thinking the same thing about me. every time we passed besides ourselves we were always discarding cold looks and cool attitudes. then one day, i don't know exactly how we started talking and found out we had a lot of things in common. and i really don't remember how i got there, into her amazing apartment, cosy and full of art. we made some tea, smoked something, i made a little performance about self importance and demonstrate how heavy and vain it is. we laughed and then she showed me what light and fluid means. she danced.
. like something i never saw again. she was teaching me the hidden moves, she was showing me something real and unique, her true self. at least this is what i felt then. i don't know why or how i took this one photo. to never forget. like some kind of assurence.
it was a gift. and i didn't had to do anything. i just watched and watched and felt that maybe my whole life from now on depended on how well i knew to dance, to find my own moves and give something in return