yesterday it was my one big dream that came true. i visited a ballet for the first time in my life. it was the swan lake by kenneth greve. and what an experience it was! i was totally enchanted, i just imbibed those moves and sounds, the dresses, tutus and that declamatory gloriousness. there's such overall beauty in the way the dancers carry theirselves; they are proud and confident yet almost unreachable. they don't exist for the audience but just do their things, and people love them. i don't mean they wouldn't respect people that come to see them, but their dance isn't just "a show" to be presented for us.
i guess my tiredness and the current impatience, having had too little sleep lately, are dimly visible in my words, preventing them from expressing my meanings. the bed does tempt me a lot while i still can't feel myself being near enough of falling asleep. i should quit anyway though, my late-night yarns mustn't be very productive. after all, yesterday very much strenghtened and deepened my love towards that incredible dance.
i'll just quickly present my newest look: