The beauty of yoga, to me, is its simplicity. It’s the awareness of a person of his body, it’s the connection of man with himself. Finding what we lost. No game, no opponent, there is only yourself. No line that a ball should not cross, only the borders of your own body are the limits. No goals to score, no points to count. No field, no swimming pool, no track. Just a few square meters and some oxygen to breath. No weights that must be lifted, except for the invisible one of gravity. The only fight is the one with your own shadow. There are no rules, only restrictions imposed by yourself. A body, on its own. Strength and grace. Balance and control.