By

NILTON

BONDER

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Cure is not a theme, it is a scream!

 

A human scream, made of pain and protest, of meaning and judgement.

 

Human affection is deep and has evolved innervation and capillarity from the physical to the emotional, to reason and to the soul.

 

 Cure is born out of the tension between a cure within human expectations and a cure that is possible. It is born out of maternal audacity, expressed in Débora’s nonacceptance and indignation, which relates to the daring of civilization and science. Such dialogue between revolt and revolution, exposes the dimension of human pain for which “a small wound in the body, causes an extensive wound in the soul”*. A soul that is aflame in imaginings and questionings.        

 

Cure is the battle surrounding a right that is beyond human: the faith that “if something can be damaged, then, it can be restored”*. A fight that aligns strategies of the body with intelligence and its sciences, and with the myths and rites and their transcendencies.

 

Alongside the dancers, both visible and invisible, the characters and texts also dance.

 

In the physical battle, the magical boy, Theo, with a distinct body and muted questions. In the emotional one, the boy Obaluaê who, being born with wounds, abandoned by the sea, is cared for, and healed by Iemanjá. As he suffered in the flesh, he acquires the power to overcome evils, healing and causing diseases. In the intellectual front, Stephen Hawking, who finds healing freed from his body, seeking refuge in his mind. And in the spiritual fight, Leonard Cohen, who powerfully negotiates his deliverance to finiteness. Dancing also are the therapist Jesus with transcendent lightness over the water of life; and Miriam, the prophetess dancer for whom one supplicates “Please, heal her!”

 

The texts choreograph the letters of the DNA’s double helix – the “alphabet soup” of life; and the command-words of emotions; and the help-phrases from the psalms.

 

Cure is a scream; a howl of pain, of asking, of war and of joy, uniting all the immune and humanitarian resources in an alliance for a cure. The science, and faith, the solidarity and the ancestralism are the cocktail and the elixir.

 

And the longed-for cure is nothing less than “the cure for what there is no cure”. Utopia or blasphemy, humans know that death is a strategy of life. And dare to release the scream that echoes asking for the reconsideration of a new condition. That there be not only repair and rehabilitation, but rescuing, as a definitive healing.