“When we are chosen by the spirit of dance, there’s no ceiling to look up to, nor a roof to protect us. We sleep rough, at the mercy of passion, out in the open. We live in freedom, closing our eyes and spreading our wings. Intemperie is the place to return to, dancing.”
“Cuando la danza nos elige, no hay techo al que mirar, ni techo que nos mantenga. Dormimos al raso de una pasión, a cielo abierto. Vivimos libres, cerrando los ojos y abriendo las alas. Intemperie es el lugar al que volver,bailando.”
