One often wonders what would have happened if I had not gone to Cuba, if I had spent more time with my mother, if I had not traveled to Europe. There is no correct answer, the only one that occurs to me is that dreams must be pursued, even if they are not as you expected, because that is also preferable to remaining in doubt.
My life so far has been a wonderful journey, I have learned so much, I have known many places, and met so many people. Despite travelling so far, I feel that I am still the same person I was as a child. I would not be ashamed if, once again, II had to dance again with worn out shoes. I have never believed myself to be better than I am, and I feel the same admiration for both the Prince who is Patron, and the people who clean the Royal Opera House. I did not stay in my neighbourhood, unlike many from my childhood did, and who have consequently died from being caught up in street problems or who ended up in jail. I wanted to be someone, a good person who helps others.
I have been happy, but sometimes I feel that achieving my goal has come at a high price. But I repeat: I have been happy. I would not change anything in my life. Only when you achieve your dreams can you appreciate what it is to have nothing in your pockets. Happiness is something temporary, a passing thing, something that comes and goes, like the ticking of a clock. I have had some amazing experiences that often seem surreal to me. And yet, I have never been happier than I was as a child who liked to play in the rain on the terrace of the little house in Buenaventura. Years later, a lady who saw me in Paris told me that when I dance, I tell my own story.
Maybe that’s who I am on stage: living the story of a boy who had a beautiful dream.