PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

What is art? But an expression of someone’s self, a way of living that moves something inside the people. What else could art be? But feelings represented by drawings, paintings or even in dancing. That is something I learned from Stephany, my cousin.  “Art must not only be felt, it should be lived”, is something that she constantly repeats to me. “It may sound easy, but believe me, it is not” Was her response whenever I start complaining about how many times I have heard that phrase.  She has danced for so many years; maybe that is the main reason of why her room isn’t big enough to fit all her old and worn ballet ballet slippers. Little by little, with patience, discipline and dedication my cousin’s room was filled with those old ballet slippers. Small, big, tipped, white, pink; from all types were founded below her bed. Each pair of slipper represents a different dance, a different dream of hers. For each year of dancing, she would keep a pair of ballet slippers, like a piece of memory and, like a reminder of her accomplishments or even of her failures. In the corner of her room the ballet slippers stayed, decorating her room with beautiful stories.  But what I liked the most about her is that whenever the time was given, she was standing next to me teaching me some new steps, she wouldn’t think it twice.  Once in a while she gives me this funny look, when with all the frustration I threw myself in the floor of her room. She didn’t had to say anything else, because in that moment I was already in my feet counting the steps once again. What I will always admire is not the gentle movement of her feet which gracefully spun all around the stage. I will always admire and remember the passion held behind every move she made. The passion held in her eyes whenever she was above a stage, following the notes inside the song. Maybe she is not the best dancing, or the one who will always follow the correct rhythm. But she expresses herself through the song. When she dances is like all her problems will be solved.  As if with her dancing, she would need no more. Well, except of course for her ballet slippers. So many events she had held, yet she doesn’t ends to amuse me. She will always remember of an old said, “dance like no one is around” “dance, because only that way you will find yourself, through this dark way”.