Through the audience social… assemblé, hair and arms like apparitions
of smoke, elegantly moving through the night air in unison with the
melodies lost in time. Each changing harmonic ~ shifts the direction of
the serpent-like phantoms.
~ Smooth ~ Flowing ~ Grace ~
makes love to each moment with every pas. Battu, her legs like a gentle
wind, caress and shift the smoke in new exotic formations that capture
my gaze and grip my heart. Ballon… I hold my breath as she offers