This is a story about oscillations between certainty and indeterminacy. Rejecting the traditional relationship between Dance and Choreography means attentively following the myth of Aphrodite’s birth. Born from foam, Aphrodite evokes images of irregular rhythmic patterns, the spectacle of movement over movement, and the voyage from one pattern to another. Will the cut between one and the other always mean the end of repetition, a kind of end of reproduction? How will we handle this change? Will we?