“The dancer’s trembling heart must bring everything into harmony, from the tips of her shoes to the flutter of her eyelashes, from the rustles of her dress to the incessant play of her fingers. Shipwrecked in a field of air, she must measure lines, silences, zigzags and rapid curves, with a sixth sense of aroma and geometry, without ever mistaking her terrain. In this she resembles the torero, whose heart must keep to the neck of the bull. Both of them face the same danger–he, death; and she, darkness.”Federico Garcia Lorco/Poet from In Praise of Antonio Merce
In the exquiste city of Seville, the crowd are enchanted by a graceful dancer in traditional Flamenco costume.
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She is beauty, she is grace, she is queen.