TOLD BY THE BODY
A series of video sketches inspired by poems, dance and ideas of Alexander Girshon.
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Alexander Girshon is a psychologist, dance and movement therapist, performer, choreographer, writer and poet.

The name of the project "Told by the body" originated as an echo of his bestseller "Stories told by the body".

Filming location:
Portugal
Date:
April 2023
Alexander Girshon
FOR FREE
YOU'RE LEADING ME...
SONG OF THE LITTLE BIRD
The morning bird does not seem lonely,
The world accompanies it with silence.
The sun breaks through the lines of pine
trees And the distant sound of the ocean.

Human voices:
The voices of machinery and construction tools,
The voices of incessant repairs, corrections,
Improvements,
Getting out of a crisis,
Creating a new one-
Human voices
Become louder
than the Song of a small bird,
More important than the distant ocean,
And still
accompanied by silence.
You lead me
Through the Secret paths of my soul
Cliffs and caves
On cold sands
On hot sands
The winds of time
Change direction
But always stronger
Than a Small Human movement
A subtle flow
of Momentum
From pulsation to turning
To surrender and resistance
To spinning on the edge of the big world
You lead me through the secret paths
of My soul
OUT OF THIS DARK TIME...
MAKE THE SUN YOUR ALLY
Make the sun your ally
Together you have no one to defeat
There is only a journey
From sunrise to sunset
From birth to death
Diving into the sea of the unknown

Make the sun your
dance partner this morning
This day
This evening
It says:
Come on, come
on When will we stop winning?

Sometimes I think that the sun
Fights the darkness
With clouds and clouds
And is defeated in the night
But I know so little about the night
About the black cat
And her ball of fire
That rolls through the blue depths

It is useless to be friends with the night
It remains a dark
Special Person without a purpose and meaning
A warm furry abyss
A Clawed silence
On the border of life

Make the sun your ally
Enjoy the darkness
While you still have time


If we can bring
a little more love and freedom
Out of this dark time

Take out like friends from the bombardment
Take out like bitter news
Take out like a wave brings to shore
What the sea can't take

If we can bear
a little more love
A little more freedom
(No matter how we understand them)
Perhaps time will carry us
ashore Like an empty shell

Who will listen to the
sound
of the Inner Sea in it?