{"id":11945,"date":"2026-02-10T21:01:13","date_gmt":"2026-02-10T20:01:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.hessisches-staatsballett.de\/rafu\/"},"modified":"2026-02-10T21:20:18","modified_gmt":"2026-02-10T20:20:18","slug":"rafu","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.hessisches-staatsballett.de\/en\/rafu\/","title":{"rendered":"RAFU"},"content":{"rendered":"
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RAFU<\/strong><\/h1>\n

Indian choreographer Mihir Grover<\/strong> explores the complexity of human relationships.<\/p>\n

In keeping with its title, which refers to the Hindi word \u201cRAFU\u201d<\/strong><\/em> (\u201cto mend,\u201d \u201cto repair\u201d), the piece unfolds as a journey of constant repair, construction, and reconstruction; an attempt to strengthen and preserve the connection between two people.<\/p>\n

The dance performance asks why we often only address the cracks in our relationships when they are on the verge of breaking.<\/p>\n

Staatstheater Wiesbaden, February 13 & 14<\/strong><\/p>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t

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MEMORY.<\/h4>\n\t<\/div>\n\t
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(c) Mayur Revanna<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t
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I will write to you again today. And I will write to<\/p>\n

you again tomorrow. I will not send a text or an<\/p>\n

email as I don\u2019t want to auto correct my feelings. I<\/p>\n

will be a little poetic today, as I want you to know<\/p>\n

that you mean the world to me. That no one can take<\/p>\n

your place with me. When I look at you, I know<\/p>\n

without hesitation that I want to stay and repair<\/p>\n

what is broken and I know that you want the same.<\/p>\n

Together it all makes sense, the beginning, and the<\/p>\n

end. But I find it difficult to see how our story<\/p>\n

shall continue. It wasn\u2019t like this before. You only<\/p>\n

speak when you are spoken to. I have questions, but I<\/p>\n

don\u2019t know if you have the answers. I don\u2019t know if I<\/p>\n

have the answers. How did we come to this? THIS<\/p>\n

SILENCE.<\/p>\n

Can I hug you?<\/p>\n

Have you come and I don\u2019t see you.<\/p>\n

I want you to be amazed by me.<\/p>\n

Be here one more time, for one more moment, one<\/p>\n

breath at a time.<\/p>\n

Allow me to color you with love.<\/p>\n

Can I hug you?<\/p>\n

I wait for you like I am waiting for pain. Because<\/p>\n

even when you are here, I am still waiting. Waiting<\/p>\n

for you to see me. Waiting to see if you are gone?<\/p>\n

Waiting to see if I am still with you? I wish I could<\/p>\n

say that there is nothing that I cannot do for you,and that you can always tell me when your heart is<\/p>\n

sore and I can mend it.<\/p>\n

But I am yours and there has never been anyone else.<\/p>\n

You are my favorite, my favorite pair of eyes to look<\/p>\n

into, my favorite lips to kiss and my favorite hands<\/p>\n

to hold. I feel like I have missed you for most of my<\/p>\n

life. If I had never met you, I would have dreamt you<\/p>\n

into being, wished for your existence. Now you carry<\/p>\n

with you a reflection of me. You are a part of me.<\/p>\n

I thought I was free but now I am a prisoner of my<\/p>\n

loneliness for you.<\/p>\n

We have walked a long way to find love and now we are<\/p>\n

nearly crawling to keep it. I know that you are full<\/p>\n

of affection and kindness but also of pain and a<\/p>\n

million unspoken words. I need to know more.<\/p>\n

Your silence has been horrible. It has been a silence<\/p>\n

of what feels like years, and I am out of breath in a<\/p>\n

chase after you.<\/p>\n

Sometimes I wonder if all this was so beautiful only<\/p>\n

because it was brief and stolen? Were we acting for<\/p>\n

each other to each other? Was I less I, or more I,<\/p>\n

and you less or more you? Is it madness to believe<\/p>\n

that this could go on? It is such a mysterious place,<\/p>\n

this land of \u2026 silence. I studied you so much to<\/p>\n

discover the possible flaws, the weak points, the<\/p>\n

danger zones. And then I walked into them with my<\/p>\n

eyes wide open.<\/p>\n

And then I realized that not everything in life is<\/p>\n

meant to be beautiful. Not every person we feel<\/p>\n

something deep and moving for is meant to make a homewith us or is meant to be forever. I just thought, we<\/p>\n

would be different.<\/p>\n

How did we come to this? I want both to combat you<\/p>\n

and submit to you, because I adore you. I adore the<\/p>\n

pain it holds, the struggle you carry within<\/p>\n

yourself, which I think I alone fully realize.<\/p>\n

But now I stand divided\u2026 desperate and bewildered,<\/p>\n

drowning and willing to quit or wanting to leap into<\/p>\n

life, as upon a stage, to love you so wildly and<\/p>\n

desperately that you have no choice but to keep<\/p>\n

loving me back.<\/p>\n

So, this time let\u2019s not awake from our times spend<\/p>\n

together to remember only the difficult moments. No.<\/p>\n

We won\u2019t do it this time, because while we are here<\/p>\n

together, while you examine my being with more than<\/p>\n

just your eyes, while you do that, I seize upon the<\/p>\n

wonder that is brushing by, and I bring it to you, I<\/p>\n

breathe it around you.<\/p>\n

So fucking take it.<\/p>\n

I love You. But there is always twilight in my heart.<\/p>\n

Where has gone the time when men fought, killed, died<\/p>\n

for love, a glance, a touch? Where has gone the time?<\/p>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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LOVE.<\/h4>\n\t<\/div>\n\t
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Did I choose you or did you choose me?<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t think we had a say in the matter, it was<\/p>\n

inevitable, like the sun rising in the morning or the<\/p>\n

lightning before the thunder. You were colors I had<\/p>\n

never seen, flavors I had never tasted, your scent<\/p>\n

felt like home. You are a little bit of everything I<\/p>\n

never knew I needed.Something stirred in me every time I looked at you. I<\/p>\n

see you sitting in your favourite spot. The open<\/p>\n

window, the last rays of the day’s sun shine. The<\/p>\n

silence and the air heavy with mutual recognition.<\/p>\n

How often have we sat like this our minds as one,<\/p>\n

recognising and surprising each other, complementing,<\/p>\n

completing each other. Laughing at the top of our<\/p>\n

lungs and gasping for air, being wildly an<\/p>\n

unapologetically alive.<\/p>\n

Your hair…I know exactly how soft it feels….the<\/p>\n

sparkle in your eyes when you smile, your laughter<\/p>\n

that ignites me at the core of my being. And your<\/p>\n

lips\u2026 oh, the madness of kissing your lips. You are<\/p>\n

the one who quickly became the axis of my world.<\/p>\n

How many nights did I fall asleep in your arms?<\/p>\n

Feeling like I had walked the earth a thousand times<\/p>\n

and finally made it home. I rested in your arms<\/p>\n

because you let me. No more wars of peace and hate,<\/p>\n

fights of left and right. I felt your soft smile and<\/p>\n

dark eyes caress my face as I rested. A breath away,<\/p>\n

your beautiful face. Does the world know that there<\/p>\n

is such a place, madly dancing, drunk with love?<\/p>\n

My body is filled with you for days and days. Even in<\/p>\n

your absence I am yours. I waited so long for love<\/p>\n

and here it was. You cracked me open, you found rooms<\/p>\n

within my heart and my mind that were padlocked and<\/p>\n

hard to touch and you held me there. You stood firmly<\/p>\n

in front of me, held my face between your palms till<\/p>\n

I am overflowing with feelings so much ours, yours,<\/p>\n

mine, you and I together.Nothing can prepare you for love until it happens to<\/p>\n

you and you fall hardly and deeply and never want to<\/p>\n

look back. You come and the time slips away in a<\/p>\n

dream.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ll never hold anyone but you, for no other soul<\/p>\n

could ever fit in my arms as perfectly as you do. I<\/p>\n

am so much yours, I am no longer myself.<\/p>\n

I want you so desperately, I want to open my legs so<\/p>\n

wide I am melting. I want to do things so wild with<\/p>\n

you, I don\u2019t even know how to say them.<\/p>\n

I will kiss your lips like crazy.<\/p>\n

I will carry your name like a pulse on my tongue,<\/p>\n

like hunger, like breath,<\/p>\n

like this is all we\u2019ve got.<\/p>\n

No one can take your place with me. We sit in each<\/p>\n

other\u2019s soul. Even though you are distant, you are<\/p>\n

nearer to my bones than I myself. I love you. Nothing<\/p>\n

makes sense without you. Please be here. Enjoy this<\/p>\n

moment, this time. I promise you it will be<\/p>\n

beautiful.<\/p>\n

But now things stand differently. In some strange way<\/p>\n

I am not with you. I am against you. We are destined<\/p>\n

to hold two truths. I love you and I fight you. Years<\/p>\n

of love forgotten, in the hatred of a minute.<\/p>\n

You demand without grace and receive with no thanks.<\/p>\n

You numb me.<\/p>\n

You destroy and you suffer.<\/p>\n

You build and you break.<\/p>\n

You hurt and you heal.You love and you hate?<\/p>\n

The terrifying thing about a love like this is that<\/p>\n

the same person who makes you indestructible has the<\/p>\n

power to shatter you with absence. I\u2019m tired, worn,<\/p>\n

exhausted. You packed up your eyes and left. No more<\/p>\n

smiles. Just scratches on my breath from sharp<\/p>\n

questions marks and memories we weren\u2019t meant to<\/p>\n

have. I am a wreck but somewhere among the wreckage<\/p>\n

there are pieces of me and pieces of you. So is it<\/p>\n

safe enough to ask, was it once there? I have found<\/p>\n

it harder than usual lately to pretend. I believe<\/p>\n

this is worst of me.<\/p>\n

You are now my enemy. My dearest enemy.<\/p>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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ANGER.<\/h4>\n\t<\/div>\n\t
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Why can\u2019t I get away from these lingering, nostalgic<\/p>\n

feelings for you? Am I dwelling on a past that only<\/p>\n

exists in my head? My mind tries to comprehend, that<\/p>\n

you are not my memory of you. That we are not the<\/p>\n

memories, the people we remember to be. Sometimes I<\/p>\n

fear, that everything, you and I were only constructs<\/p>\n

in my head, which now consume me as a story consumes<\/p>\n

its reader. Today you are a pain to me. I have to<\/p>\n

leave. I am tired of allowing you to make me feel<\/p>\n

anything less but whole.<\/p>\n

Your silence is full of things that do not interest<\/p>\n

me.<\/p>\n

I have always found it wrong that people think<\/p>\n

ignoring a person is making a point to them. The only<\/p>\n

point it makes is your inability to stand your point<\/p>\n

of view because deep down you know you can\u2019t win.<\/p>\n

So, this is it then. The love I have for you is<\/p>\n

fading; I find my dislike for you growing everymoment. I see you and I don\u2019t even like your face. I<\/p>\n

have a heart to give, but I will for sure not give it<\/p>\n

to you. No one is more foolish and selfish than you.<\/p>\n

You will do me a fucking favour if you think this is<\/p>\n

the end!<\/p>\n

I am not a toy you plan play with when you are bored<\/p>\n

or lonely or horny. I am not a fantasy. If you want<\/p>\n

me \u2013 earn me!<\/p>\n

Goodbye! Believe me. I do not care for you. I will<\/p>\n

grow a new skin that you can never touch, a new heart<\/p>\n

that you can never break and a new soul that you can<\/p>\n

never corrupt.<\/p>\n

I have one last thing to say – FUCK YOU.<\/p>\n

I tried to be philosophical and poetic for you, but<\/p>\n

it doesn\u2019t work, nothing does. Your silence has been<\/p>\n

nothing but dark and disgusting. Can you not see it?<\/p>\n

You fucking demon.<\/p>\n

Release Me.<\/p>\n

I am tearing you out of me,<\/p>\n

I hate everything that you have become.<\/p>\n

Go and never seek me again.<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t want to hear from you. If there is anything<\/p>\n

I\u2019d enjoy, it would be not having to see your damn<\/p>\n

face ever again!<\/p>\n

You really speak an infinite deal of nothing, don\u2019t<\/p>\n

you!<\/p>\n

Every word from your mouth has been a lie.I`m undoing you from my skin, from all your broken<\/p>\n

promises, to hell with you.<\/p>\n

You are awfully so small to be so hugely irritating.<\/p>\n

You are not worth this pain!<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t give a shit what you think. You think I was<\/p>\n

born a bitch, so maybe I am. I am whatever name you<\/p>\n

call me. You are shit!<\/p>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t<\/div>\n<\/div>\n\n\n<\/div><\/div><\/div>

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Do we look less or more alive than we used to?<\/p>\n

Has the toxin in our mouth burned holes in our cheeks?<\/p>\n

Did we forget to remain kind in cruel moments?<\/p>\n

Could we have given another colour to the whole affair?<\/p>\n

You should know that I blame myself terribly.<\/p>\n

I blame myself for allowing this wide gap between us.<\/p>\n

How fragile we are between the good moments.<\/p>\n

But then no matter how bad it gets: here we are, breathing the same air, despite everything.<\/p>\n

Our Story does not end here.<\/p>\n

Loving you has made me understand that real love will<\/p>\n

take you far beyond yourself; it will devastate you.<\/p>\n

I will write to you again today and I will write to you again tomorrow. I will choose you. And keep choosing you every single day. I love you. It\u2019s as simple and as complicated as that.<\/p>\n

Do you think now is the time for one more attempt at conversation?<\/p>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div><\/div>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"","protected":false},"author":9,"featured_media":11930,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-11945","page","type-page","status-publish","has-post-thumbnail","hentry"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hessisches-staatsballett.de\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/11945","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hessisches-staatsballett.de\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hessisches-staatsballett.de\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hessisches-staatsballett.de\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/9"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hessisches-staatsballett.de\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=11945"}],"version-history":[{"count":7,"href":"https:\/\/www.hessisches-staatsballett.de\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/11945\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11954,"href":"https:\/\/www.hessisches-staatsballett.de\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/11945\/revisions\/11954"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.hessisches-staatsballett.de\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/11930"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.hessisches-staatsballett.de\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11945"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}