It´s HAPPENING:

"Women´s Empowerment through Oriental Dance" in CAIRO!!!

I dream BIG. I DO even BIGGER. No matter how many mountains, mice and snakes get in my way!

After an loud conflict between me and a lady called "Bloom" (very suggestive name and I SAW the signs in it) during which I got to think about the ancient competition and evilness between Women, an idea was born: Instead of saying: "WOMEN, unite and learn from each other" I decided to DO SOMETHING.

Find a venue where I could teach Oriental Dance mixed with books (fun AND education) and open discussions about WOMEN´s Worlds and a "LADY´s NIGHT" where they could see me PERFORM (with a very special orchestra that you ll all know more about soon), dance together, have their own little "souk" for specially selected dance and beauty items, Tarot readings, etc. A women´s world with no comparing each other, no envy, no ancient irritating competition, no bad mouthing, no gossip. ONLY the BEST of WOMEN for WOMEN.

It is, finally, HAPPENING.

As in everything else that is done in this city, it took a LOT of effort, time and patience to see it all coming true but, thanks God, WE are doing IT.

First set of classes and "Women´s Night" starting from the end of January.

More details will follow!

Yeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.......................................

Political marketing in Cairo *(taken to an whole new level).

Damn, reality just blows my mind!

No imagination can surpass the extents of madness of everything I observe inside and outside myself.

As I was heading for my favourite coffee shop, early in the morning, to get my caffeine dose for yet another set of hours working on my BELOVED book, I noticed a political poster of a candidate for some Governmental elections.

The photo portrayed a man with a common face that could belong to any of my neighbours, the doorman, a doctor. What stroke me as weird was that the photographer or team which retouched the image on Photoshop inserted a dark spot on the man´s forehead, the same kind of the men who knock with their heads on the floor during the daily prayers.

The physical prostration required in the prayer rituals of Muslims leads to the head bumping or just touching the floor several times. The ones who show a callus on their foreheads are thought to be obeying followers of the daily prayers and, therefore, pious and a little bit sacred themselves.

The job was definitely badly done, otherwise I would not notice this was a digital adding and not an actual forehead callus that many exhibit as a proof of their religiosity (strangely associated with VIRTUOSITY and PURITY).

Since WHEN did religious clichés were used as a political marketing bonus?

Maybe I am the one who s been too busy with myself and not REALLY noticing what´s going on around me.

Why would a photographer add a callus to the forehead of a political candidate as a way to provide him with reliability?!

And, since when, did the so called "religious people" are, indeed, the most honest, hardworking, efective politicians?

Europe seemed to have learnt its lessons regarding to this dangerous mix between Politics and Religion but the Middle East is still on the way to this learning process.

The Christian Church, always associated with the political powers of each time, exploited, lied, manipulated, oppressed and killed billions of human beings. They created "Holly wars" (as if a war could EVER be "holly") and Inquisitions where anybody who disagreed with the religious/political authority or anyone who showed some knowledge (the witch hunt was all about eliminating "KNOWLEDGE" in the hands of Women) was burnt in the fire.

A scary amount of priests, nuns, popes were all discovered as sexual perverts, mad men and women who said something and DID its opposite. Secret passages, tunnels, caves were discovered in famous Convents all over Europe. What was found in these secret places was nothing short of a HELL landscape: instruments of torture and thousands of baby skeletons of abortions resulted from "religious people" intercourse covered in guilt.

No good ever came from associating Politics with Religion, this was a lesson learnt from Europe. It seems european History is not known in Egypt.:((

Knowledge is power, hence the pride Egyptian Governments seem to have on their poor, ignorant people.

The Egyptian Revolution was supposed to OPEN minds, not close them even further.

Hope the direction of this wind will change. Not only for my sake but for the sake of my BELOVED EGYPT.

Out of my comfort zone.

Every day.

With fierce determination and a faith that cientists can never and will never explain.

Seeing the MAGIC in LIFE and letting it soak my feet every single time I bath.

Walking the WALK, letting old baggage for the dogs to take in the middle of every street I pass by.

Receiving the SUN and the MOON, not afraid of the dark anymore as it is just the warning of BRIGHT new days to come...

Guilty as charged.

Of being ALIVE.

Of doing everything I dream of and want for myself, no matter how many obstacles get in the way.

Of watching the "Family Guy" series with the passion and delight of children.

Of choosing my lovers, friends, global family.

Of escaping to cinema sessions with a STARBUCKS moccha on my hands when things get really rough and my mind yells "give me silence for a while".

Of having fun with my mum, more than with anyone else I ever met in my Life.

Of fighting back, every time assholes try to cut my legs simply because I don t sleep with them, I don t throw myself at their feet, I bother them with my constructive PRESENCE.

Of reading as a compulsion and throwing away some literature master pieces which I find to be so damn boring.

Of LOVING with no games, no mixed messages, no lies or any kind of cheating. Just LOVING. And then, NOT, at all. This tendence for TOTALITY seems to be outrageous for a lot of people.

Of not bothering about what others think of me.

Of DANCING from my guts and soul, never from a point of vanity.

Of WORKING with dignity and respect for myself, no DIVA bullshit required.

Of not letting any great or umpleasant circumstances define me as they are always transitory and conditional as my SOUL is eternal and uncondicional.

Of writing, teaching, coreographing, performing as a way of BEING in the world with no models to follow, no dogmas to stick up to, no certainties.

Of BEING HAPPY, no matter what.

Guilty as charged of NEVER GIVING UP my Dreams!!!

Guilty of loving food, beach, travels, books, Oprah Magazine, Tango, Salsa, Flamenco and all the dances in the world, healthy and loving sex with the man of my choice, genuine and kind people, animals, fire, rain, sun and so many other things that turn me into something IMPOSSIBLE to define.

Guilty as charged from being MYSELF, no excuses, no fears...

“I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles.”

Audrey Hepburn

In this apparent SILENCE I CREATE, I dance and write and re-learn that rare
ART of LOVING.

Eduardo Galeano - El Derecho al Delirio (Legend)

Food for the soul.
Spoken in spanish, with subtitles in portuguese and english.
Some things are just too amazing to keep them only to myself.
The poem recitated in this video translates an open, ALIVE heart and that is, according to my own taste and evaluation, priceless.
Enjoy.