When the sun rises over the Molino the whole of nature celebrates the dawning day in the choreography of the morning miracle.
I am a dancer, and for my work I have to travel from one theatre to another, all over the world. In the midst of the hustle and bustle of the cities, in the confusion of trains and undergrounds, I retain part of the silence of the Molino, somewhere in the Andalusia of love and of the sixth sense, like a refuge for my heart.
The Molino, keeper of the echo I always carry somewhere in my body. This place helps me to remember the simple beauty of this world and the hope it brings to so many of those who dream of a better world.
The pure air of the Molino lives in my breath and it awakens in each one of us the hope of a new creation for this sometimes weird world. For me, the 4th phase as Peter brings it to us, is a poetic choreography of a simple and human way of inhabiting this world, in harmony with the animals, in rhythm with the trees, in tune with the scent of the flowers and the song of the wind in the reeds.
The peace of the Molino I carry within me, is the promise engraved in our hearts of a new dance for a bright day to come.
The Molino is a paradise where I like to dance when I’m there, and it’s an inspiration that I always keep deep inside me when I’m away.
“Let’s dance, let’s dance, together, otherwise we are lost”
Dorian Chavez