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  • Moving Forward

    I continue my writing on Substack under When the Body Speaks. I write, and coach, at the crossroads of AI, intuition and dance. With a mind trained in logic and a body in movement, my intention is to inspire my readers to reconnect with body wisdom to lead authentically. You will find weekly insights –…

  • Path of love

    One evening I after a long stressful workday, I was lying on the couch mindlessly doomscrolling Facebook. This is not something I do a lot, but that evening I was too tired for anything else. I saw the post of a tango dancer whom I had recently met in Buenos Aires. She asked a question:…

  • Asia diaries

    Last year one day in summer I received a short message from a long-time tango friend, who asked me if I wanted to join him for a tango festival in Korea in February 2025. I had been to Seoul two times already and had loved dancing there. This festival was going to be in a…

  • Cry an ocean

    I want to cry an oceanfor all the years I haven’t criedsince I was a childfor I was strongI want to cry an oceanfor all the years I have been numbFeel the pain, grief and sorrow Be swept away by fear and angerthen find peace in my heartand loveNo more of strongEnoughI want to cry…

  • Deadlock

    I didn’t know how to love myselfSo, I was blind to seeyou didn’t love meYou didn’t know how to love yourself So, you naively thoughtyou loved meWe mixed up fear of losswith lovefor that was what we have ever knownOne morningI kissed my fear instead of youDeadlock broke free

  • What if

    What if you and I hadn’t lost each otherin unspoken wordsWe hadn’t walked alonethe paths we have choseninto different worldsWhat if I hadn’t told you that I met someone and you hadn’t moved awayWhat if we had danced and dancedforeverfor that was all we could speakWhat if you had stayed and waited for my returnlike…

  • Taipei meditations

    I am leaving Taipei in a few hours after almost four days. I don’t know why but I couldn’t connect with her, and it is not her fault. It is only chemistry, it didn’t spark for me. I promise I tried. Her people, streets, sounds, smells were too far away. I reached out, even touched…

  • Ballerina

    Ballerina in whiteGentle hands, strong feetYou spin and spin and spinaround yourselflike the worldfor it is yourswhen you spinYou tiptoe and rise aboveThe earth looks smallunder your feetYou flyafter your dreamsYou spin and spin and spinto your freedomEndless well of joy spreads aroundfrom your porcelain fingerson to the stage of illusionsYour smile, your cryyour tears…

  • Three women and a half

    When I was six years old, my mom and dad got divorced. Honestly, it was a relief. Their common presence was far away from the joyful radiance of love. Our home vibrated with tension and I soaked it up. The divorce brought me and my mom to my grandma’s home, we moved in with her.…

  • The sea

    I was born in a city of water. Istanbul. Water everywhere. You cannot not see it, not smell it, not hear it. Istanbul is water. I have never thought this was special until I left her. I grew up right in front of the water. Our home was in a neighborhood called Moda, which is…