The last dance, by Josep Maria Fonalleras

The first time you see him, you think he is a performer wanting to appear, to be noticed. It may not be the most appropriate for a funeral. He would play a more pensive, more discreet attitude, that of the man wounded in the heart because he has lost the woman he loved due to an irrational knife. The second time, you think that he is abstracted from everything that surrounds him and that he executes the swing steps in her way, not very orthodox, surely the way he and she used to dance. To the beat that he feels inside her. That he doesn’t care, that he does what he wants, one last dance, a tribute with which he will never be able to dance again. It sounds ‘LOVE’, which should be written like this, as if they were an acronym, and where ‘L’ means ‘look’ (the way you look at me), ‘O’ means ‘one’ (the only one I look at), ‘V’ tells us about ‘very’ ( extraordinary) and ‘E’ is ‘even’ (I love you even more than you love more). ‘LOVE’ sounds in the French version of Nat King Cole himself and while he dances you can hear “et pourtant, me voilà& rdquor;. I am here, despite everything, because it is a “love made for you and for me”. Stéphane Voirin dances in front of Agnès Lassalle’s coffin, perhaps to remember that they both met at a party, dancing. Shortly before, at the ceremony, in the neo-Gothic church of Sainte-Eugénie, in Biarritz, they spoke of Agnès and said the ‘A’ for your name and the ‘A’ for love and the ‘A’ for goodbye.

The third time you see him, he disappears from the images. Friends and friends have decided to turn the esplanade of the church into a track. ‘LOVE’ continues with the story of someone who comes back and promises never to leave again. And that’s when you get excited. Right at that moment, because they have decided that men should not dance alone, exposed to the open air of pain, and they have turned that irreparable farewell scene in a sad celebration and, at the same time, in a chance to tell the world that they support him, and that he is not that actor he seemed or the self-absorbed character, but the one who dances in company.

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