'Ay! And I felt a chill when you put your flamenco lips on mine.' I am doing more singing and palmas than dancing these days, and I gathered my long skirt around me, revealing tennis socks, my scruffy cross-trainers. Most definitely the wrong shoes for flamenco. All you can hear on the linoleum is a muffled sound and little squeak of rubber. I am suddenly aware of being once again on the very fine line I have always walked--something between very pathetic and excruciatingly sublime. 'And I don't complain to my star'...I sing...'So lucky I am...I do not complain'...
Ana Castillo from "Peel My Love Like an Onion"
www.MatadoraFlamenca.com
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