A Grand Jeté was perhaps the technique you used to cross into eternity. I imagine it was not a very big jump, because for a long time you were already immortalized in every choreography you created, in every step, in every attempt of perfection by the young people in the dance.
You were so daring that you chose to live in a world as rigorous as ballet. A world that became your life, which always kept you as a disciplined, beautiful, spectacular, perfect woman; with the beauty of a swan and with an absolute love like that of Romeo and Juliet.
A life full of characters, characters that made us cry and clap for more than twenty minutes. Characters that currently make up the history of universal ballet, characters that everyone recognizes in you, in your unique way of performing Carmen or Giselle.
You left your mark on every inch of the great stages of Cuba and the world. Your ballet slippers are alive and continue making a perfect demi plié without the slightest effort. Because as a magical human being, everything that was yours, everything that you touched with your angel hands, lives today.
The García Lorca Hall of the Grand Theater of Havana keeps your smell, your voice and the sound of your steps. Despite the sad news, I am sure that The National Ballet of Cuba will not let you go definitively to that new world that today opens its doors to you like a Queen.
You are here, in the sweetness of Viegnsay Valdés, in the istrionism of Carlos Acosta and in the heart of every Cuban who today cries among applause the physical departure of his Prima Ballerina Assoluta, Alicia Alonso.
