united sorry

i am a week in new york, walking alone through the streets, drinking cafe latte in starbucks, seeing very, very nice visual art exhibitions, meeting friends, but most of all thinking, thinking about dance, about what happened in the process of latifa of being a performer, thinking what to do next year, what kind of direction to develop.

and it becomes more and more clear, i want to dance, i want to learn ways that the border between my body and its environment becomes diffuse, elastic, and the only way i can imagine this, is to move starting from the spine, and not from the body in its totality, to move with loose joints, with fingers who don’t grasp, but listen, to move my imagination towards love and devotion while dancing, to move for all my lovers who died, disappeared or are at a self chosen distance. i will dance, the dark, the light, the deer and the eagle, the pain of ancestors, the hope of the generation after me, i will dance my masculinity, my feminine side, my friendship with the public, my anger with the politicians. my fear and love for the woods, my fear and love for men, women, children, my fear and love for myself, in my belief that i am not connected.

i will survive, through death and despair, through lust and love, through pain and mistakes, through illness and health, i will live, love , work and dance.