Take your passion, and make it happen
Picture´s come alive, you can dance right through your life
Now I hear the music, close my eyes, I am rhythm
In a flash, it takes hold of my heart
Last night, we saw a stunning flamenco show, and the images and music and beats still inhabit the corners of my mind.
What emotion! I understood almost none of the lyrics, yet I had no trouble feeling the dancers´pain and anger, longing and desire. Strangely, it reminded me of hip-hop from the streets -- letting the music move you. It´s spontaneous, unrehearsed, without rules. The passion and utter dedication was unmistakable, and it flowed forth from their staccato stomping and clapping like a tidal wave. You couldn´t help but be swept away.
It also the first time during this trip I truly felt: I belong here. I could open a little cervercia/flamenco bar, eat jamon and gambas every day and live simply but with mucho gusto and pasion.
I was born in Korea, raised in North Carolina and live in New York ... but perhaps I am an Andalucian at heart.
¡Sevilla! ¡Le amo!
Off to Barcelona, then back to New York. Back to reality, too, but perhaps a changed one.
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