Many people still ask me where I'm currently dancing.
Most of the people ask me where do I live.
Everybody gives me their best wishes for THE wedding.
Few people ask me how I am and very few of them really mean what they are actually asking.
Even less want to hear the answer.
Maybe a couple of them seriously listen to my answer.
Those are my friends, and I'm sure that they know when I'm lying, as I often do, pretending to be strong, to have everything under control, to be easy, to be fine.
To give up on the idea of art and theater.
To be back in my unpleasant hometown.
To work for the overbearing fashion industry.
To sit all day in front of a screen.
To see my body changing day after day.
To live with my family, after so many years by myself.
To have money problems, to me immigrant wherever I go, to have my things scattered in several cellars, in several countries, to deal with bureaucratic documents written in a tricky, difficult language, constantly trying to solve problems, to keep everything together, constantly traveling, moving, wandering, driving, sliding, flying...
To move ............... To dance.
And on the other side to have the peerless opportunity to work with my mother, to learn a new trade, to see, so close, my nephew growing day after day, to help my sister moving to Australia, to get even closer to my best friend, to see my ex-colleagues dancing from the audience, to challenge myself, to fall in love again, to commit, to decide to believe....
To dance ............... To love.
I always thought that the day I'd necessarily have to stop dancing, my life would have been certainly becoming more and more stable.
I had underestimated the fact that once you have danced for so long, for so many people, you do not stop being a dancers just because you stop dancing. You will dance all your life, in one way or another.
So today I'm here, in Den Haag, to see you dance in this new adventure, to let my soul dance with yours, to be by your side, to be yours, today as always and forever.
I'm sorry if I speak about me in this day that is about you, but I thought this prologue was essential to make you understand the meaning of what I'm writing.
Sorry if I don't have flowers for you today, any huge bouquet of fragrant roses or any expensive gift to celebrate this important occasion, but only these words, written in our house, while I'm waiting to come to the theater, to come to you.
I have just this words that I share with everyone, through the web, to let them know how much I admire you, I respect you, I'm proud of you. To say in front of everyone who will read this message, how importat you are in my life.
To let you know how much I love you, Charles Jordan Jones...
...and with or without flowers, with or without gifts, I'll try my best to make the most beautiful of all the dances out of our life, I'll keep on trying to be the best dancer I can, not on stage, but in this world, for you...
...while you will dance in front of me and the entire audience.
To dance, to move, to be moved, to love.
TOI TOI TOI AMORE MIO !!
Faithfully Yours,
Andrea