Bust erect, a snap of the fingers and the dance begins.
Chin high, mouth ajar, proud eyes turned to the ground.
With the click of the heels as if to mark the rhythms of the heart, the hips sway following the flows of the melancholic flamenco.
Decisive, nervous steps, slow and simple movements.
Arms raised like bird's wings in the act of courtship.
Sinuous, domineering strides.
As if he were talking, shouting about himself without saying a word.
As if to tell of his lost love, of his ancient passion.
Impetuous chest, incessant with deep breaths, sprinkled with rivulets of sweat.
Claps of hands, screams of gypsy rhythm.
She uncovers her legs by shaking her clothes.
The music fades away, thus striking the last heel strike.