It's another page in the already huge curriculum of dancing with the difference, by choreography Paulo Ribeiro in co-creation with Leonor Keil and Drumming GP, of Miquel Bernat and Antonio Serginho.
The room is gradually invaded by a rhythmic sound of clear bodies whose metal claws mark a constant-syncopated beat. Until the moment repulsion breaks this order, this stiff model that left little room for freedom, for the imagination. It is a new musical score that unfolds before our eyes and suddenly a dissonance takes over their out of tune lives that fill the stage with their inconsistencies, their differences and inequalities. Wish to be seen with abrupt gestures that come in unequal confrontation. From the strongest to the weakest. From the smallest to largest. From the males to the females. And in the midst of this organized chaos emerges a female voice, soft and enveloping crying: If you say my love that I am out of tune / Note that this causes immense pain to me / Only the privileged have hearing equal to you / I own only what God gave it to me. The verses cry silently in the lily souls who walk the space and install a new rhythm, revealing little by little gestures of a past of chains and slavery exorcise through the bodies thru the candomblé.
It's the new world ahead. A new order which is not imposed by force, but by the heart. The improvised drumming helps to incorporate the sense of belonging. The dissonance of the bodies, although accidental seems natural. The differences fade with time, at first a solo stamps the compass, the rest will follow this harmony that makes very much make sense, be just one among many. The arms extend delicately in search of love. The voices gain color. The smiles of complicity invade the faces and souls merge in unlikely duets that obliterate the physical limitations. The boundaries are blurring without we realizing it, the laughs are the visiting card of these reunion, this new complicities. The bodies now dance in harmony, in tune, without the shadow of the past, without the hurt of not living in the fullest, of what they didn't saw, said or learn. The end is approaching. In the apotheosis, the new tune invites us to the feast, for this musical universe where it also beats a heart the size of the world.
