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Dance Your Way To a Dance A Day!

Day without Dancing is wasted day. So get up and... DANCE!

International Dance Day

Yesterday, I went to a gala at the Municipal Theatre in celebration of the International Dance Day (which is April 29th) and what a feast of colouful movements with a diversity and playful choreographies to delight the eyes of a public not used to that kind of entertainment. I know Dancing to be of the most essential of all arts, it's movement itself, it's breathing, heart taking and soul making all at one, and it is primordial with a nurturing experience for the human existence. And I feel very privileged to have Dance as part of my life's journey and as an Art which resonates deep inside myself. I used to teach children who couldn't afford to go to an academy back in my teens and twenties, being myself in that position as a child who had to work hard to get into a public school for the arts in a very demanding schedule and an even harder battery of exams to pass through to become a professional ballerina. But I will still see the day when this Art will be in every scholar curriculum for the grace of our spirits. Vive la Danse!!
(Here below some moments from this great graceful grateful event:)


Ocean: The Book of Life

Love lives beyond time and space in grace,
Incessantly breathing in a vast embrace.
Like the fifth element, and as ethereal
It inhabits our souls everlasting, immaterial.
The ocean can not be contained in a bowl.
Hence it can only be viewed as sole whole. Ana Bowlova

World Book and Copyright Day

Today is dedicated worldwide for reading and reflecting upon the services and the labour of the writers all around the globe. It was on an April, twenty-third, in the same year of 1616, that Miguel de Cervantes, William Shakespeare and Inca Garcilaso de la Vega (a Peruvian writer who lived in Spain and whose writings were also very much appreciated by Cervantes) died. Being a writer myself since I was a child when I would start to tell stories with my drawings and tales to myself, first, and when I had the courage to show them to people (and they wouldn't believe I invented and wrote my own poems) then I realized how hard a task that is, to prove the stories one owes to oneself are the ones one's written and owns right on! They are the stories one saw, viewed or observed, experienced or was told about. Then we cannot be sure they were really one's own stories if they belong to all of us. So today is about copyright day too. Although I believe we cannot dimension which story was the original one, if you see that all stories came from somewhere else, I know how much it hurts when people just steal one's ideas. That happened to me right when I was on fifth grade and I wrote sonnets to my colleagues in class, which were later copied by other girls who, by the way, never mentioned my name on them. That's where copyright cannot reach. For how can you prove you had the idea first? Ok, right, I wrote my name right after the title, but someone else wrote the same thing. What better example than seeing all those poems being circulated on the internet when people give credits to Shakespeare, or Borges, the latter very much influenced by Cervantes, with texts varying from "live if there is no tomorrow" to "If I Had My Life to Live Over" and all that they could say if they were still alive and read those poems would probably be that they would die if they wrote that. When it is to give respect to the author's ownership of their works I am on! It is that simple to just mention the RIGHT name on the copy (when you do know the authorship, and if you don't just go find out who did it!:) And that's what COPYRIGHT is all about.

Create Your Own
"Have a Good!" (Sorry, don't know who invented that greeting, but probably was someone in such a hurry who didn't even want to be known for that;)



Neruda's Chascona

Neruda's house in Santiago was named by the Nobel prize of Literature as "Chascona" after his wife's look for she always wore her hair as a big tugged wig. She was often called "Medusa" for that (or perhaps her character;) and visiting his house gave me inspiration for small lyrics which I transcribe below in Spanish and translate in English.

La Chascona (Neruda's House)
Lyrics by Ana 'nTunes

Hay una mujer desnuda
en la casa de Neruda!

Inside Pablo Neruda's home
a body lies without a dome.Luego de llegar a la entrada
uno poede ver una bella hada.

Right there in the front hall
we see a fairy in an icy wall.En su amplio y calmo jardin
hay de misterios un sin fin.

Endless enigma had the bard
In a large and calm backyard.
En medio de la pieza rara
hay un quadro con su cara.

In the middle of a rare room
a portrait reveals his gloom.Subiendo la escalera en el hall
uno como que entra en un caracol.

Climbing up the weird snail stair
will make you grasp for some air.Y en esa pieza hay montones de cosas
de libros tan antiguos como de losas.

Up there it's a room filled with bric-a-brac
and rare books that'll make you want to pack. Pero lo que mas me encanto en su casa
fue ver la gente mirar a ver que pasa.

But what I most enjoyed there after all
t'was to see visitors passing by the hall.


Catholic Churches in Santiago

...after all this pilgrim track.
she got an angel behind her back.


Lunar Year of the Rat: a time of renewal

2008 is the year of the rat in Chinese Horoscope and also the year of the Olympics in Beijing. Which better way to celebrate that by renewing some beliefs, such as revising the way we've been treating others (and ourselves) and changing some values to make life easier and less repressed for all's sake. Enough of violence, protests, and lack of freedom of being, let's start anew, with alliances instead of sectarian decisions, with dialogue and accordance, with tolerance for each other's beliefs instead of repression. Let's make a brand new horizon where all may be seen as equals, speaking the same language. Let's break the ice, remove the barriers, the Babel tower, and make an Olympic torch tour, not to show supremacy over other Nations, but the flame as the symbol of our spirits, and the silver cup made like a mirror just to see ourselves as the reflection of each other, and not as separate beings.
Acrostic by Ntunes
Baby Mouse sees a cat
All clever he doesn't enrage
Barking, "Ruff, ruff, ruff!"
Young cat just runs away.

Mother rat quickly says,
"Oh, I am so very proud!
Using words crying loud,
Speaking a second language
Enter you into another age."


Bora Bora: The Pearl of the French Polynesian Islands

She first arrived to Tahiti, and took the Aremiti Express from Papeete to visit the island closer to it, which is Moorea. Then, Ana took another fast boat, not without getting a little dizzy, on a type of TGV (Transportation Giving Vertigo;) only that it was over the water to sail, and not on a train trail. She then got into two more islands, Raietea and Huahine. There she spent almost a week just to know the place and the locals, along with people's costumes and habits. She bought a nice pareo there, met a couple of parrots, while walking in the woods, and she also sailed the coast in a kayak. Then she headed to Bora Bora planning to spend another couple of days from her express vacation of only thirteen days. Arriving there by boat seemed easier than it was in fact. It took many hours until she could finally see the island in the shape of a heart, and at least another hour until she could reach the land. But it is so magnificent it was worth every "pain-Y!"

song by Ana n-Tunes

Arriving in Papeete
Lied there two huahines.
One was Repeta and the other Repete.
Helas, Repeta married uncle Pete!
And now who cries for another engine?
OK, I will repeat, but just once... Arriving in Papeete...