You must know that I am a ballet dancer. Or rather, I wanted to be. In all the schools I attended as a child, there was always a pooper who felt free to tell me that I was too “big” to be a dancer, too tall. That I would never be able to. So I am an employee, at least there are no barriers to do this job. The problem is that I feel like a dancer inside, no matter what others say about it. So in the evening, secretly, when no one is looking at me, I put on “swan lake” and turn on the light of Ennagona, the suspended lamp that illuminates the part of me I prefer, the one that lives only on passion. Together we dance for hours, floating in an impossible balance between dream and reality. With my mind I stay there until the sun rises again, until the last possible moment. And then it all starts all over again.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
You must know that I am a ballet dancer. Or rather, I wanted to be. In all the schools I attended as a child, there was always a pooper who felt free to tell me that I was too “big” to be a dancer, too tall. That I would never…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":4353,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"singlePresentation.php","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[906],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5698","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-lights-and-lamps"],"yoast_head":"\n