In times of the proud sun king appear ballet,
a fils de Louisiana, centuries ago painted ballerinas, before they moved to the Garnier,
at work, in rehearsal or at rest, every posture or gesture, more than stage and limelight,
he loved their most natural gestures after the rigour of the class, he gave the ground its
true importance, the moistened parquet to prevent slipping, is their main work tool,
while the ballet master beats time on the floor with his baton.
The behind-the-scenes, casual, candid moments of dancers, the unexpected view,
the violin case, the dancers adjusting her bow, the details to the naked eye.
Their grace, their slim bodies, flexibility, and beauty, sublime melodies masterpieces,
the art that nurture the souls best human feelings, ambrosies of God remembering
men humbleness, because all pride worth less than a seed, smoke is in front such majesties,
a privilege few appreciate, because the pearls are not to be thrown to swines.
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