Cuando las piedras vuelen

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“Seven-thirty in the morning. The sun begins to spill out over the Mediterranean, breaking its way through a mist that makes it hard to see exactly where it’s coming from and appears to spread from an unknown source over the surface of the water. We observe the strange calmness of the sea: its stillness. This stillness speaks of its strength, its latent movement that, ultimately, is Life.

Mankind senses that there is something in the nature of things that he will never understand, nor possess; something that is beyond the parameters that rule our everyday existence. This something becomes important to us, even necessary. This is hard to verbalize, Art has the privilege of being able to express it. I am talking about the immateriality of Art, not about its forms, or its appearance.

When Rocio Molina appears onstage, one feels a similar sensation. Her body emerges, at once powerful and weak, strong and delicate; unveiling what we can only sense or dream as being a full life. When we watch her dance, there comes a moment when we feel that we lack comprehension of what is happening, but in actual fact, that is the moment when we begin to understand. Understand that which cannot be put into words: a sigh that connects us to the nature of things.

Twelve-thirty at night. The day has departed leaving memories behind of the sea and Rocio´s dance, strangely united. I go to bed with visions of big stones, rocks, that look as if they palpitate and breathe, and from amongst them the essence of movement seems to come to life, as if they were about to break into pieces, thus giving birth to a dance: a dance full of beauty.”

Source : Carlos Marquerie