A couple of hours ago I saw, at the Tanztheater
Wuppertal, “Como el musguito en la piedra, ay si, si, si…”, by Pina Bausch, and
I’m still speechless.
So far I knew Pina’s work through TV,
interviews or movies such as Wim Wenders’ famous documentary. It was the first
time I watched one of her shows live, at the very place where she used to work.
It felt… ethereal, magical, like a
dream. It was full of joy and humour, in contrast to other works of Pina’s vast
portfolio, such as "Vollmond" or "Le sacre du Printemps", also magnificient but
darker. I found it poetic that she created a work so full of light without
knowing it would be her last (she died in 2009 after a short illness).
