filoturchino

— Thread?
— Two, but one sky-blue.
J. Cortázar — Cronopios and Famas

filoturchino— like the thread that winds around the heart of Cortázar’s cronopio. It winds around it tightly, with touching joy. It holds that thread fast, protecting it, as if the orientation of the world and the anchoring of its heart depended upon it.
A group of women chooses to come together to dance, and winds that same thread: so slender yet so strong as to hold them together, capable of withstanding rain and everyday hardship.
A thread (sky-blue) that is bond and resistance, possibility of being together and of constructing a unison made of differences, that means feeling one’s own fragility not as solitude but as shared fabric.
In dance, each step is like the uncertain breath of the cronopio: there is no need to be impeccable, only the courage to remain, to move, to entrust oneself. And it is in that entrusting that community is born: a continuous and delicate process, many sky-blue threads held in the warp and weft that, together, do not break.
filoturchino, then. Not merely a name, but a profound gesture — the choice to recognise that strength lies in the bond, in the possibility of holding together a colour, a rhythm, a presence, and transforming them into a space of shared freedom.