7.17.2005

watching the cuban bolero dancers

-Vazusi
-vazui

This was a line in a classic novel. The dialogue of two boys, watching hora dancers and trying to look under the girls' skirts.
When I was twelve this exchange seemed to me true, daring and erotic, almost pornographic.
Two, three years later I saw a documentary on Carnival in Cuba. The sweaty dancers seemd to me the most beautiful women on earth.
Now at Lincoln Plaza only the music still transports me.

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