Buenos Aires, 1998/99
Choreography and execution
Greemboim, Tchaikovsky, Pergolesi e Beethoven
Liliana Nuño e Gustavo Corso
I want to divest myself of what I’ve learned,
I want to forget how to remember that I have been taught
And scrape off the paint they painted my senses with,
Unpack my true emotions,
Unwrap myself and be myself,
A human animal that Nature has produced.
And so I write, wanting to feel Nature, not even like a man,
But like someone who feels Nature, and nothing more.
And so I write, sometimes well, sometimes badly,
Sometimes hitting what I mean, sometimes missing,
Falling here, standing up there,
But always going my way like a stubborn blind man.
(Alberto Caeiro, Deste Modo ou Daquele Modo)
While neither the sun nor the light, nor the moon nor the stars be darkened, nor the clouds return after the rain; or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern, then shall the dust return to the earth as it was, and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it.
(Eclesiastes 12, 2-7)