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The Bailaora of the Ball
From the balcony I see her
In the composure of the night
The Bailaora takes over the streets
As she absorbs the mood into the moonlight
I perceive the Jaleadors and Jaleadoras
Providing the ultimate rhythmic Palma
She smiles enticingly.
Arms held high
Above her head
She looks so sturdy
So proud of herself
Her hands turn inwards
Then outwards
Then the zap...
Friday 10th July 2020 6:56 pm
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