There are a few people that have inspired me through time. I would like to send a word of appreciation for their influence and contribution to myself as a Person and as a Dancer.

Darvash Gabriela my ballet teacher in NY City, a direct student of Vaganova a Lady that had a lot to do with my molding and polishing as a dancer, a teacher who did not spare the effort to yell at me and get me on track every time my head got too big. She has also trained and coached many great dancers of our time.

Moisescu Cristian, my English Language teacher who opened the door for me to appreciate good literature and poetry, and to understanding that the measure of a person is not on the material things but on his personal and spiritual achievements.

Magdalena Garlaty, my first dance teacher.

Madam Mimi, my Kindergarten teacher, the person who discovered my talent in the arts, took me under her wing and guided my first steps in the world of art and beauty.

My Family and Friends who learned how to put up with me and my personality.

Madam Trandafir, my literature teacher who supported me and encouraged me in my first steps into the fascinating world of books.

Anthony Sellars, the only retired principal dancer that I saw that could do 7 pirouettes with no worm-up, without wobbling or shaking and end on a dime. The only man that I saw doing triple tours and many a la second turns with lightning speed and end in a attitude demy point. A great teacher and director who has guided my dance career and understanding of great dancing.

A few people whose careers and examples of hard work and dedication have been my inspiration:

Michael Baryshnikov:

He used to say: “Before you get to the stage, there is this boring routine of training, sometimes very boring that you have to do day in and day out, year in and year out, to achieve the technique and skill to be a dancer.”

Rudolph Nuriev said once: “Everything you do must be sprayed with your blood”

Eva Evdokimova, former partner of Nuriev, inspired me through her discipline, perseverance and quality of her work.

 

If

Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too:

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,

Or being hated don’t give way to hating,

And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

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If you can dream--and not make dreams your master;

If you can think --and not make thoughts your aim,

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same:

If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools;

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If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss;

And lose, and start again at your beginnings,

And never breathe a word about your loss:

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them “Hold on!”

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If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with Kings--nor lose the common touch,

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all man count with you, but none too much:

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,

Yours is the Earth and everything that is in it,

And --which is more--you’ll be a man, my son!

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The following is a Romanian Poem Wrote by Michael Eminescu which would be the equivalent of Shakespeare for the English Culture.

La Steaua

Mihai Eminescu

La steaua care a rasarit

E o cale atit de lunga,

Caci mi de ani i-au trebuit

Lumini sa ne-a ajunga.

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Poate de mult sa stins in drum

In departari albastre,

Dar raza ei deabea acum

Luci vederi noastre.

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The Translation:

So far it is athwart the blue
To where yon star appears,
That for its light to reach our view
Has needed thousand years.

Maybe that ages gone it shed
Its glow, then languished in the skies,
Yet only now its rays have sped
Their journey to our eyes.

The icon of the star that died
Slowly the vault ascended;
Time was ere it could first be spied,
We see now what is ended.