The only real things are dancing, light, freedom, and music

dragon kite

Making rhythm of one's thought and translating it into beautiful gestures

I dance and dance. A beautiful serpent coils itself along the Persian carpet, an Egyptian amphora tilts forward, pouring forth a cascade of perfumed hair, a blue and stormy cloud rises and floats away, a feline beast springs forwards, then recoils, a sphinx, the colour of pale sand, reclines at full length, propped on its elbows with hollowed back and straining breasts. I have recovered myself and forget nothing.

Do these people really exist, I ask myself? No, they don’t. The only real things are dancing, light, freedom, and music. Nothing is real except making rhythm of one’s thought and translating it into beautiful gestures. Is not the mere swaying of my back, free from any constraint, an insult to those bodies cramped by their long corsets, and enfeebled by a fashion which insists that they should be thin?

by Sidonie-Gabrielle Colette (28 January 1873 – 3 August 1954)
from The Vagabond (1910)
image – duff_sf

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