Chapter 1 of an endless story

Once upon a time… That´s how fairy tales begin, but I still don´t know if my life is a fairy tale, and I believe nobody will ever know. Life is dynamic, if yesterday was a horror movie, today is a romance, tomorrow may be a fairy tale… the only thing I know is…

Once Upon a time… there was a little girl. She was born in a very special family. Why?

Her father´s mother was the first daughter of the most important native Indian leader of her region. And she married the first son of a well known Spanish Gypsy Clan…

Her mother´s father was a sculptor, an artist that came from Poland during the war, but his family was not a simple family. They carried their secrets. He got married to a recently orphan girl, she was only 14, and was already responsible for her 9 young brothers and sisters (two of them twins, only 4 month´s old)

Well, as it´s not a fairy tale, I can say this was pretty much the family I was born in.

From my mother´s father, I learned about the ways of the land (plant and animals), in the exact way our natives do. We still have a small piece of land in the place the tribe used to live. If you walk in this land, you will be able to find the most wonderful crystals coming from the red /purple dirt, just like an Edelweiss finds its way from under the snow. From my father´s father I learned how to use my body in the fine art of dancing, I learned how to communicate through dance and gestures. (Gypsy and Flamenco)

From my mother´s father I learned the ways of art, and to observe the nature. Everything use in arts come from nature, including the nature of the self.

From my mother´s mother…well, from her I received another precious gift.HOW TO BE A WOMAN, acting as a lady in life and as a warrior against injustice.

From them all I learned my life is a gift…

I also learned I don´t have to shout out loud my lineage, or the tittles that my physical body carries in society. What matters is what I do with my life…my love is what I share with the world… and my wisdom, well, it´s not bigger than the wisdom of a child born.

But being born in this family was only one of the steps I had to take in my life… as for the end of this “fairy tale”…. No one knows.

Aline Martins or any other name you choose…the soul is the same.

PS: As requested, hope you enjoy it!