In the American premiere of Id:Entidades, the choreographer and director Sonia Destri deconstructed hip-hop and street dance. At the start, nine dancers sat in the shadows along the back of the stage with their knees propped up and their arms loosely wrapped around their legs. Drifting toward the center in pairs, they offered tantalizing glimpses of oscillating bodies, showing the preparation of a movement or the in-between steps not the stunt itself. They brushed their legs on the floor, but never spun on their heads. Jogging in circles led to no destination in particular, and popping shoulder isolations began with sinewy power yet dissolved like dust. They embodied a casual rigor, fortified by Rodrigo Marcals meditative score and Dominique Palabaus shady, lighting, which evoked the underworld. In this dreamlike work Ms. Destri refused to give in to attitude and posturing, rendering a typically presentational form of dance nonpresentational The New York Times, Gia Kourlas OCT 2, 2010Lastly came Companhia Urbana de Danca, from Brazil, made up of beautiful, wild-haired young men from the rougher neighborhoods of Rio. They performed ID: entidades, a suite of deconstructed hip-hop, street-dance, and contemporary- dance miniatures set to an extremely spare electronic score consisting of sounds and the odd driving rhythm. This was no Bring in da Noise or Stomp-style showcase however, but rather a dark, introspective meditation on the dancers ways of moving. Each had his specialtyfast-footwork, isolations, fluid movements of the torso and arms. In between, they ran, clashed, embraced. There was a contained aggression in their movements, but also refinement and a kind of innocence. The Faster Times, Marina Harss A Temporada no Teatro Ipanema foi super legal .Premier was great . The Season was great .Thank you all ! Quando me sinto profundamente triste, nao preciso de silencio e cama. Preciso do barulho, da bagunca e gargalhada dos meus filhos. Um jeito que Deus achou de me dizer: anda, Luciana, anda, minha filha. Dizer a verdadeAbrir as portasEscancarar as janelasParece ilegal, pecado, imoral,Nesse pais amarelo de medoNesse pais verde de fezesAzul de abatimentoE branco de susto.LUCIANA SPERA no dia 27/10/2016 meu pai e minha mae,ele no ceu,ela na terra,me sinto abracada de azul,me sinto forte de pe,porque ceu azul inspira a almae os pes na terra firmes,reforcam a minha ousada limpae dura caminhada. quando eu me sentir feia futil triste ou sozinhaque ninguem me censurequero ter a liberdade de chorar por mimafinal sou eu que me aguentotodo diaseja a mulher inteligente culta letrada tatuadaseja a vazia noveleira esmalte e batom DespedidaQuando vou embora, entendam meus amigos,de uma situacao ou lugar,Existe um motivo,que pode ser simples para muitos,mas no meu coracao ele e grave.Pra quem me conhece, sabe,vou fundo no que acredito,luto todo dia pra ser de verdade.Queria dizer, antes de criticas ou ataques,sempre fiz o possivel pra fazer o melhore as vezes as coisas,tomam novas realidades,Mas me despeco de muitos, nao sou covarde,apenas respeito minha alma e no que facoesta bem escrita uma historia, que um dia meus filhos lerao,e saberao que sempre lutei pela verdade. gosto quando vou entrar em ferias, e