The Perreo Movement
| We are creating new life, another future. There is no point in looking back because the crystals have already broken. The crystal boy with his white face is now dancing like a tornado. The boys die one by one in front of him. The island is so far away from reality, I know I am not allowed to film here or even to be here. I hide my hair, putting on a cap and a hood, walking under an umbrella with my face looking at the ground. The saint on the roof is throwing stones in front of the picture of Saint George. He cleans me with leaves that we throw into the water. It is five o’clock in the morning when you wake me. We are going to the ocean with the dancing boys. In the bed next to me your uncle is sleeping with his young boyfriend and his daughter. She was the one who gave me the medallion of Christ on a cross that looks like a tree. The medallion keeps me safe. At the beach we cook a soup of pig’s head and cassava. We swim, eat wild grapes and drink rum. At night we watch the boys dancing; their dancing makes them immortal. The extreme doses of endorphins and adrenaline that are created in the body while dancing in this fash- ion, cause them to stop aging. Dancing gives birth to supernatural life. |
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