Lene Fogelberg

“Dancing is like poetry written by our bodies: our outstretched arms our words of longing.”

“Maybe there is an invisible world working behind our own, maybe words in the silence, maybe movements in what looks completely still. When every door is closed, maybe doors are opening that can’t be seen.”

“In strength the body only knows itself, is full of itself, its movements, its words, but in weakness is the invisible and the whisperings.”