The Spring Feelings, A Dancing Lesson About Life Enjoyment

Illustration by Simon Prades

Illustration by Simon Prades


Second Act: A voyage to solitude, The inner dialogue

Third Act: The spring feelings, a dancing lesson about life enjoyment


Next day, she enters the scene running, carrying a big pile of paper.

— Mr Wisebird, we have mail!


— From India, Brasil, South Africa!

(Emotional crescendo)

— Peru!

(Turning meditative)

— Why do you think they listen to us?

He sits with his legs crossed and studies a painting by Arcimboldo.


Giuseppe Arcimboldo (1566)

Giuseppe Arcimboldo (1566)


— Hey, Mr Wisebird! What are you doing?


— I am trying to understand art.

— Oh, I see!

— But I think the best way to understand art is to practice it yourself.

(Grabs the pile of paper from her hands and puts them on his head. He starts dancing)

— They listen to us because it is as if they listen to themselves. Life is a game of mirrors. Every one can be a wisebird. There are 7 billion wisebirds on this planet.

(Keeps dancing. Tropical music on the background)

— Mr Wisebird, are you high?

— Sometimes.

(Big grin)

— I am just trying to enjoy life. I read a fable last night. It was about a fox who couldn’t reach the grapes, so she said they are sour.

(Laughs until he loses his breath)

— I don’t understand.

— My Lady, what you should understand is that I want to dance with you.

(They dance. She still looks confused. He goes on talking)

— Until those grapes ripe, you could try enjoying life more. Aren’t you tired of complaining? What is that you want? Something you cannot reach? Miss, are you by any chance attracted to the impossible?

(Witty smile)

— And then of course you get sad because the impossible remains impossible.

— Hmm.

— And to make everything more complicated, you are not just a fox, but an idealistic fox.

(Goes on smiling)

— Birds, foxes, what’s the thing with all these animals in the end?

— In dreams, they symbolise the instincts. It’s the same with art or theatre plays.

— So you are trying to say that I have an instinct pulling me towards the impossible?

— No. The instincts are meant to keep us alive. It is when you disconsider them that you become torn apart. For instance, the instinct to dance with me.

(Smiles again)

— You denied it at first. So that you could go on living in your bubble, imagining things.

(Turning dramatical)

— To be or not to be, this is the question. To live or to dream, this is my wisebird question.

Animation by Shreya Agarwal

(They keep dancing around the scene. After a couple of minutes, he adds:)

— When you think there is nothing left to do, you could just go on dancing. Gracefully. Tell people who you are and what you like to do.

(She turns to the audience)

I am 1.80 of poetry. I live in a bubble in Bucharest. I am the strangest creature I have ever met, I don’t know how Don Quijote and Gulliver managed to fit in the same person. I like searching for rare birds, talking to them and about them. I am sometimes joyful, at other times, stiff, grumpy and sad. 

(Stops a little to think)

— I want to go on dancing.

— Good. This is the beginning of everything. You need to know what you want.

— And now tell me about you, Mr Wisebird.

— I am everything you want me to be. But imagine me as an imaginary person. We can have everything that we please only in imagination.

— Yes, I know. The ideals are meant to remain ideals. What belongs to imagination, should stay in imagination. You asked me what I like.

(Getting excited)

— I like handsome men and beautiful women. I like searching for the beauty within. I like witty, sensitive, intelligent persons. But most of all, I like sincerity. Do you think I ask for too much?

(Worried look)
(They go on dancing. She keeps talking, lost in some daydreams)

— And Gulliver said: let love come to me. And Don Quijote agreed: I will welcome it.

(Excited smile)

— We both seem a bit high.

(She smiles again)

— Spring has arrived. These are the spring feelings.


You can also read the first two acts bellow:


Second Act: A voyage to solitude, The inner dialogue

Laura Livia Grigore is a poet, painter and psychology enthusiast, with a background in space engineering. She likes to experiment with various mediums and types of writing. Her artwork is orientated on emotions, reflecting her opinion that most of the answers we need can be found inside ourselves, although the hardest thing to do is to be sincere with oneself. You can purchase her book here

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