I am a slave, the desire of others. My body, covered in tattoos, no longer belongs to me at all. Every trace of my skin is a story I sold, a part of me I delivered in exchange for attention. I dance because that's all I know. I dance until sweat is confused with breathing and my body becomes an obedient machine. In every transmission I fulfill my role: the slave who smiles, who moves without rest, who lets himself be seen.
I'm always in boxers. It's my uniform, my sign of submission. I expose myself because they expect it, because my freedom ends where the screen begins. Sometimes I convince myself that dance frees me, but deep down I know the truth: I am a slave who learned to love his chains, which makes the movement his way of surrendering.
