<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2349920999633595776</id><updated>2012-01-19T11:21:12.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing is the Way I Breathe</title><subtitle type='html'>A ballerina masks her strenght with beauty...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingisthewayibreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349920999633595776/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingisthewayibreathe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Isabel Grábalos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15615220777971215525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PoUHVhmDIS8/Sa5YyS_bQqI/AAAAAAAAARo/oQMK_sN0yVs/S220/Yo.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2349920999633595776.post-3846988214567333176</id><published>2009-07-16T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T06:58:26.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A good friend of mine tried to writte a comment on the first post, but for an unknown reason couldn't, so he send it directly to me. And, for I thought it could me interesting, I'll show it to you (a translation):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My dear Jolly:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When will I be able to see images of you as a ballerina?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apart for the various ballets I have attend, the world behind the scenes is a mistery for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have no doubt it should be hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What is myth, and what is real about ballerinas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Is truth all this suffering they talk about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The torment for the feet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is so much what I ignore...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I think this is interesting because anwsering to those questions (well, I had never thougth about the first one) is part of what I -better we- would love to do in this blog. I hope we will bring up a little bit the veil over those myths. By the time... I would say pain and suffering is not the same. For I have past trought lots of pain... in all my body but mostly on mi feet (I can neither use flat shoes or highills for different reasons -related to archs-, I'm all the time taking care of them, and now I can't really feel very much on that skin... except going onto pointe). But I wouln't say I suffer when I dance... or when I feel it's consecuences on daily life. I feel pain. But I don't suffer it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The other reason I have to make this post is that mi friend has made a gorgeous lyric tale thas has moved me deeply. And that is the kind of thing I would expect to compile on this place devoted to dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is the link (only in spanish), hope you enyoy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lejardindudouleur.blogspot.com/2009/07/alleine-zu-zweit.html" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;http://lejardindudouleur.blogspot.com/2009/07/alleine-zu-zweit.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And sorry for today's English, I've written a bit fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(68, 68, 68);  font-family:Tahoma;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PoUHVhmDIS8/SmAI7NmQpFI/AAAAAAAAAgs/pU88l4sgjkc/s400/Blue_Ballet_by_Dvenas.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359293369926329426" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Un buen amigo mío intentó escribir un cometario a la primera entrada, pero por alguna razón desconocida no pudo, así que me lo envió directamente. Y como creo que puede ser interesante, os lo muestro:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mi querida Jolly:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;¿Cuando podré ver imágenes tuyas en tu faceta de bailarina?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aparte de los numerosos ballets a los que he asistido, el mundo entre bambalinas es un misterio para mi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No dudo que muy duro debe de ser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;¿Qué es mito y qué realidad sobre las bailarinas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;¿Es cierto todo ese sufrimientos del que se habla?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;¿Del tormento para los pies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Es tanto lo que ignoro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Creo que es interesante porque responder a esas preguntas (bueno, nunca haía pensado en la primera) es parte de lo que yo -o mejor, nosotros- querría hacer en este blog. Espero que podamos levantar un poco el velo que cubre esos mitos. Por ahora... Debo decir que dolor y sufrimiento no es lo mismo. Porque he pasado mucho dolor... en todo mi cuerpo, sobre todo en los pies (no puedo usar zapatos planos ni tacones por diferentes razones -relacionadas con los empeines-, siempre estoy cuidandolos, y por ejemplo ahora no siento casi nada en esa zona de la piel... salvo cuando uso las puntas). Pero no podría decir que sufro cuando bailo... o cuando siento sus consecuencias en la vida diaria. Siento dolor. Pero no lo sufro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La otra razón que tengo para hacer esta entrada es que mi amigo ha escrito un precioso cuento que me ha llegado. Y ésta es precisamente la clase de cosa que me gustaría recopilar en este lugar dedicado a la danza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aquí está el enlace, espero que os guste:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lejardindudouleur.blogspot.com/2009/07/alleine-zu-zweit.html" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;http://lejardindudouleur.blogspot.com/2009/07/alleine-zu-zweit.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2349920999633595776-3846988214567333176?l=dancingisthewayibreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingisthewayibreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/3846988214567333176/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingisthewayibreathe.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349920999633595776/posts/default/3846988214567333176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349920999633595776/posts/default/3846988214567333176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingisthewayibreathe.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-friend.html' title='A Good Friend'/><author><name>Isabel Grábalos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15615220777971215525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PoUHVhmDIS8/Sa5YyS_bQqI/AAAAAAAAARo/oQMK_sN0yVs/S220/Yo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PoUHVhmDIS8/SmAI7NmQpFI/AAAAAAAAAgs/pU88l4sgjkc/s72-c/Blue_Ballet_by_Dvenas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2349920999633595776.post-6080356503801943472</id><published>2009-07-04T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T03:52:07.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;A long time ago, a friend of mine and I, who were both ballet dancers, reading an American magazine, thought about publishing a similar publication specialized in dance for Spain, a country were there were no dance magazines, and very little institutional support for this marvellous art. We were High School students, with lots of illusions and no means. So we decided to let it go until we finished our degrees. And this is where we are at this point. But after one year in the blogosphere, I have seen how people from all over the world meet around different topics. Whole communities grow in forums and blogs, and a youtube video has hundreds of comments of how a ballerina gets rightly or not to the pointe. That’s why, without discarting the magazine idea, I wanted to create this blog, not for an individual country but, as it corresponds to the web, for people from the whole world, for those people that comment in youtube, for those who search ballet photos in Google images or Deviantart. For those people that may want to sit around a virtual tea cup, it will be as a compilation of interesting cuts and notices as a diary of what is devoted to this art in my life. But more than anything else, I would wish that everybody may take part lively with their comments, proposing ideas, discussions, communicating experiences. And this way we can share a passion that inspires our lives: Dance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;At least, that’s the way I breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PoUHVhmDIS8/Sk8yK_vEzCI/AAAAAAAAAf0/9c9vq4k7uAE/s320/20+Oconnor.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 275px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354553646455770146" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hace mucho tiempo, una amiga y yo, ambas compañeras de ballet, leyendo una revista americana, pensamos en editar una publicación análoga, especializada en danza, para España, un país en el que no sólo no existían revistas sino tampoco ninguna otra clase de reconocimiento para ese arte maravilloso. Éramos estudiantes de bachillerato con muchas ilusiones y ningún medio. Por eso decidimos posponer el proyecto para cuando acabáramos nuestras respectivas carreras, y en ese estadío estamos. Pero yo, después de un año en el mundo de la blogosfera, he visto como en torno a temas varios se reúnen personas de todo el mundo, comunidades enteras en torno a un foro, o blog, cientos de comentarios a un vídeo de youtube sobre si una bailarina sube adecuadamente o no a sus puntas. Por eso sin abandonar la idea de la revista, quise crear este blog no para un país en concreto sino, como es propio de la red para gente de todo el mundo, para reunir a esas pesonas que comentan en youtube, que buscan fotos de ballet en google images o devianta art y ver que somos muchas, y que tenemos un proyecto en común. Para esas personas que quieran reunirse familiarmente en torno a una taza de té virtual, será tanto una recopilación de recortes interesantes y noticias como un diario de lo que en mi vida está consagrado a este arte, pero más que nada desearía que todos puedan participar activamente con los comentarios, promoviendo temas, debates, comunicando experiencias. Y así compartir juntos una pasión que inspira nuestras vidas: la danza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Al menos así es como yo respiro.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB" style="mso-ansi-language:EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2349920999633595776-6080356503801943472?l=dancingisthewayibreathe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dancingisthewayibreathe.blogspot.com/feeds/6080356503801943472/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dancingisthewayibreathe.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-passion.html#comment-form' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349920999633595776/posts/default/6080356503801943472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2349920999633595776/posts/default/6080356503801943472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dancingisthewayibreathe.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-passion.html' title='One passion'/><author><name>Isabel Grábalos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15615220777971215525</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PoUHVhmDIS8/Sa5YyS_bQqI/AAAAAAAAARo/oQMK_sN0yVs/S220/Yo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PoUHVhmDIS8/Sk8yK_vEzCI/AAAAAAAAAf0/9c9vq4k7uAE/s72-c/20+Oconnor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
