Antrax extended version of poem translated from Aufgang Luz Nebulosa by Lisa Henriques Antrax The Shadows, Reflections of what we were, The substance that reveals us conscience: Fruit of fire that burns in silence What, reality confuses us, When it is defined by concepts so or more insufficient Or inexistent than the matter of Shadows… More Drawer


I sent the project to QuorumBallet and talked with my professor at the Dance Concervatoire they seem interested but have huge production already in motion Could this still be something to pusue on my lifetime, i do see it vividly meanwhile im translating my first book, on my details readings for my article and with… More Choreography