Cubans are magical
Did you know Cubans can fly? I knew about the salsa dancing and the talking fast, but the flying, that surprised me.
I didn’t think much of the ballet during my first three decades of life. Didn’t think about it at all, in fact. It was an archetype assigned to a gender not my own, a cliché for generic jewelry boxes and little sisters’ Halloween costumes, nothing of interest to me.
Then I met a real-life ballerina. Instead of mincing around talking like Glinda from the Wizard of Oz, she showed me the practice and persistence required to get the foot to tap at just the right place at just the right time, and somehow a dance that had been prancing, became art.
So I walked into Prodanza, one of the schools in Cuba’s world-renowned ballet tradition, with cautious optimism that I might see something cool. That was when the teenagers started flying. The first was a boy built from rebar and hickory, sailing through warm air soaked with sweat and dedication. After he eventually consented to gravity, the other boy followed his flight path, leaving a twin con trail through the room’s stratosphere.
Four girls followed, their legs unhooked like snakes’ jaws, so that their knees tended to float around at ear level. They spun in impossible circles, arched in implausible directions, and their faces reflected a devotion and poise beyond their years.
And it was only warm-ups.
Oh my! You are in Cuba now? Holy moly :). A good glimpse to the ballet routine of flying Cubans :).
Holy moly is right, it’s quite a place! I’ll have a couple more ballet-based ones over the next little while…
Ugh, I miss dancing so much. Thanks for sharing.
I can understand how one would. Hopefully you can find a way to get back to it, if that’s your desire. Thank YOU for reading! (The sharing part is easy. 😉 )
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Definitely a long way from a jewellery box or a halloween costume. What those dancers do with their bodies almost defies belief.
Absolutely. It defied the evidence of my eyes, and yet they seemed to do it so casually! That wicker dude in the blue shorts was bouncing around like a grasshopper, la di da.
Beautiful, such extraordinary grace and style in these pictures. These days I still do ‘stretches’, but oh, back in the days when I too could soar like this… makes me smile! thank you…
I get nostalgic like that when it comes to running. I watch a race and remember what that felt like…but I’d guess you’re closer to soaring than I am to my old 2-mile time! Thanks for reading!
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