Angst / Fear Bewegung / Move Klischee / Cliche Vergangenheit / Past
Fear and hope are alike underneath.
The Lord called me to plant a church.
The cliche is dead poetry.
The choice that frees or imprisons us is the choice of love or fear. Love liberates. Fear imprisons.
We had plenty of clothes and no money.
I have learnt to be even more patient.
For me, the past is dead. Can't go back.
Slowness to change usually means fear of the new.
I can't do choreographed movement. It has to come from my heart... and my pelvis.
