BIODANZA

Published in DEIA, Jan. 13, 2010





A person, after one of my concerts, approached me and told me: “You do Biodanza, Kepa”. I had already listened to the term before but I really didn’t know of what we were talking. And he ended: “Not only that you express yourself by means of the bellows: You transmit with your motions, with your gaze, you live it... that is Biodanza, and I practice it”. When saying good-bye, the curious bug stung me. Biodanza.

Carrying out an investigation, I have come to the conclusion that it is the physical representation, by means of the dance, of what music can produce in a human being, becoming converted both in vehicle and tool to express and to be closer to his inner self.

All this begins from the hand of Dr. Rolando Toro, Psychology’s professor of Art and Expression, that at the beginning of 70´s he began to use this system at the mental hospital of Santiago of Chile. He observed that the psychiatric sick persons of the hospital had nothing; they had taken everything, love, friendship, joy... They were forgotten people. Then he came up with the idea of throwing a party and he put slow music discovering that on the following day deliriums increased exceedingly. When making again another experiment with more rhythmical music, samba and even jazz, he saw that deliriums descended and in some cases they disappeared. But the most amazing was the euphoria and the well-being that the sick persons transmitted. So shortly then the pupils of medicine, the doctors and the nurses were the ones that requested Dr. Rolando's services. This came to be Biodanza.

Everyday we lived more rapidly, losing uncountable things by the way. Let's permit that the rhythm of music set the time for us and let's try to stop our frantic races and, for a minute, let's feel and be carried away. We will evolve in so many levels and will feel the joy of the music. The one that I experience every time I manage to flow with her, the one that I perceive in the gazes of a great many people that listens to us, the one I wish All that who reads these lines...

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