The Flamenco

Emotional tension fills the air... Lights and laughter everywhere A fiesta audience waits eagerly for a night of passion. The dance of Spain and a sensual dancer The Andalusian Gypsy dancer El baile flamenco tonight…Ole! The guitarist enters…masterfully Displaying his unique musical talent. His music controls the dance Finally, bailaoras, the great Camille, enters More than beautiful, she exudes sexuality Dramatically, her aura intrigues and mystifies The Flamenco, some say, is animalistic Elegant movements of the flamingo birds So, much like the dancer's stance… Camille points her gold slipper like a prima ballerina Music begins--- she does not move…poised as a statue The audience sits on the edges of their seats. Motionless, no expression in the start When she feels the rhythm, she responds Camille claps loudly, steadily As her emotions build, she begins… Her back, arched and dignified Arms elegant and poised The flamenco begins torridly Gracefully but fiercely, Camille stomps--- Golden shoes with their percussion sounds Bedazzling her admirers, No one knows where the dance will go… That is part of the beauty of the flamenco Her passionate moves romance or comfort her admirers Thus, the greatest joy of flamenco dancing Climatically building as a heroine in a play Camille has no equal… Astutely, the castanets click in her hands… The difficulty of the dance emerges… Hands and feet working not in synchronicity But against each other Her mother taught her well… The dancer is the accompanist, moving her body To the flying fingers of the guitarist. Ultimately, the music ebbs away Camile picks up her fan and looks at the guitarist Both dancer and musician are spent... Audience stands up, cheering and clapping. This is the spice of life in Spain!