Greetings, steamers!
Today I find myself a little nostalgic, I have immersed myself in a sea of memories to meet three years since my entry to the ballet school Domingo Regnault de Cumaná.
During my first year in school, I was giving all of me to move forward as quickly as possible, I wanted to absorb as much knowledge as possible and I got to the point of trying. I used to attend almost every class of the day, from initial to intermediate and although I felt a little awkward not knowing how to execute some steps or exercises to perfection, this never stopped me to keep trying every day.
It didn't matter tiredness or how much it hurt, I was there every day polishing my technique and cleaning every imperfection, every pose, making every transition smooth and beautiful. The ballet had become my priority, I remained constantly training. If I believed in myself, who could tear me apart?
Little by little, all my effort and dedication was bearing fruit as.. I was entering what would be the company of this institution. My first act as a dancer of the grouping Coeurarte, was in fifteen years. It cost me believe that I had been chosen between fifty dancers for such a presentation, and more with the demanding that used to be the artistic director.The happiness that invaded me at that time is inexplicable and I have never felt so satisfied with my work, so proud of me.
I consider this as one of the most beautiful experiences of my life, because I enjoyed every moment as if it were a dream and it was, I had fulfilled a dream and I felt a beautiful feeling of love for my work. Since there was no doubt, I knew that I wanted to live dancing, that no matter where it was or what it was doing, my heart was going to continue dancing for the rest of my life.