In this 15 years dancing around europe, each time, each performance, could have been someone else, another one, even a better one (is not that hard to find a better one, I was never that good), it doesn't matter (isn't it?). At the very end could have been the back of another guy, the legs of another guy, the sweat of another guy. Every single performance I made. Every project. Every theater, space, picture, video. Someone else.... It doesn't make the difference.

This is true.

But... hey... you know what?

IT WAS FUCKING ME EVERY FUCKING TIME AND I'M NOT FUCKING SORRY.
I'M PROUD. I MADE MY BEST. AND I'LL KEEP ON DOING IT.

With love. Always.

Fucking Andrea Maria Mirabile del cazzo.