My father bought tickets for the two of us to see this Cirque Du Soleil show. I have always wanted to see a Cirque show live, even planning to take a trip to Las Vegas to enjoy one. Well today, Quidam came here. The tickets have been sitting on the television since February. I can close my eyes and still see it, see the acts, hear the music. Feel the story.
There is one act, the silks, that always makes my heart ache. The woman wraps herself in the silk completely, she looks wrapped in a womb-- a rebirth to a new life. But it doesn't seem to be the one she wants. She's sad and seemingly trying desperately to be that pure heart once more. I feel like that. Lonely, depressed, lost, and forgotten. She seems to be clinging to life, the silks, until she is forced to be a person without hope, being carried off stage. That act always makes me want to cry.
I've decided to watch Alegria, another Cirque show that I have on dvd. I want that story.
Therapy on Tuesday.
I don't know what a Cirque Du Soleil--but Google God has told me. Trippy. o_O
ReplyDeleteI love your interpretation of the act. That's one of the most profound, raw things I've heard in a while. It's interesting: I wonder what was going through everyone else's mind watching it.
Good luck at therapy! =)