I was a « Petit Rat » in Milan when I first saw Rudolf Nureyev dancing at La Scala in Milan… it was the Balcony scene with Margot Fonteyn.
I went back to watch the ballet again every evening. Why? Because it was different every time; every evening we learned something new and magnificent, even if it was just a new expression or the charm he radiated. It was truly an Art form.
A few days ago, I went to Sainte Geneviève des Bois cemetery and there, standing before his tomb, I heard the murmur of a performance… I can’t imagine him being dead because I can still feel the light pouring forth from everything he passed on to us, the younger dancers.