Giselle

Giselle came into view silently, with a strained look, from behind the cross of the grave. She stepped into the stage little by little, unhurriedly and steadily. I remember her appearance was as totally melted into time and space at that point.

Giselle crossing the stage diagonally, audience applauded.

It was that moment my conscious was totally drowned and went away from me - the lift in the middle of the show. Giselle flew in the air as if her entire body was dislocated. Floating stature, at that moment and exact place, as earth's gravity was not valid and a door to the another dimension was opened. Ephemeral as a ghost, elegant as a bird's feather and the preciousness of Giselle's fate that allows her to perform all those astonishing motions as if she was easily stepping into the zone beyond the human physicality. 

This world is still full of buds of unknown excitements.

十字架の墓の後ろからひっそりと現れたジゼルはどこか張り詰めた面持ちで、小刻みなステップを踏みながらゆっくりとステージに詰め寄った。妙にその時間と空間に溶け込んでいたのを記憶している。

ステージを斜めに横切るジゼル、涌き上がる観客。

僕の意識が完全に自分を離れて引っ張られたのはあの瞬間だった、中盤のリフト。全身が脱臼した様に宙に舞い上がるジゼル。あの瞬間のあの場だけ地球の重力が狂ってしまって異次元への扉が開いた様に浮かび上がる体躯。幽霊の様に儚くて、鳥の羽の様に優美で、人間の身体性を超えた領域に軽々と足を踏み入れるかの様な表現を許すジゼルの運命の尊さ。

この世界はまだまだ感動の芽で満ち溢れている。