We have not had stage rehearsals and performances for a long time, so I wake up in the morning more comfortably. My morning every day begins with contact with water. A warm bath and a smile in the mirror for a good morning. A glass of water, vitamins or lemonade. One of the first activities is to get news from the Internet and less from TV. I am interested to know what is happening in our country. A little later, I will check my email and social networks for messages, dance photos or models. Then I’ll take care of the housework. I want to be as groomed as possible when I get home (laughter). I really like to lay out clothes, this is an image from my hometown of Lefkada. I remember my mother was on the balconies and spread out linen, muskrats. When I’m done, I’ll sit down to write. I love to write, I’ve been doing it since childhood, it’s not really a diary, thoughts, sometimes poems, poems or whatever excites me. I choose my clothes carefully, I am very concerned about style. It’s almost time to go to the theatre. I choose music for the company. Always before the show I listen to Hatzidaki or Theodorakis who inspire me. The phone rings. He is my teacher…

I arrived at my workplace early enough to have coffee. Cigarette and something to eat. I am sitting on a small table near an olive tree, watching the world go by and enjoying the moment. Some people call me “the child in the olive tree”. Then colleagues come, we sit and talk about the past day, work and laugh. Oh, it’s time, it’s time for us to go to the locker room to change for the lesson.

I’m getting ready and I’m already in the warm-up and getting ready for the ballet class. I like this hierarchy. The lesson is a function of meeting with your deepest self. An hour and a half of the lesson ends and preparations for the show begin. I go upstairs at the right time to paint. So I gradually get used to the role. Voices, tension, anxiety. The elevator operates around the clock. Dancers, costumes, everything must be ready. The show starts at 20:00. Then I go to my dressing room to put on my role costume. I manage to get out of the building a bit, take a break before going backstage to get myself together, repeat the steps over and over again until I’m on stage. There is complete silence before the performance. I love her right now. These moments are rare.

“I like to write, I’ve been doing it since childhood, it’s not really a diary, thoughts, sometimes poems, poems or something that excites me.”

The show has begun. Now you are living the history of the project. In breaks, you have time to go outside again, calm down and regroup for the next act. Water, stretching and study again. End of show. Cotton. Feeling great.

As I leave, I see people and friends expressing their admiration and love for me. Photo, congratulations! What a wonderful contact with the people who come to see you at the play… Then I’ll have a drink, sometimes alone and sometimes with a group up there in the olive tree, discussing the play or not. Many times after the show, there are moments when I feel empty and want absolute peace.

I arrive home. I lie down as I am and look out the window at the still, silent sky for a while. I pour a glass of wine and quietly sing Mosholi. “Twilight”. This is how deep sleep comes. Full of emotions and joy, doing what you love. Despite the tension, difficulties, pain of the body, never the soul. Thus, I think only of the beauty of art, which its very existence, and only its existence, generously bestows on you.