My Santiago

Flamenco Dancers in Cameguay

We sit, awed by their presence, And as they move, Precise, exact, sensual and oh so full of the stuff of life, On - lookers drift back to their youth, Struck by the immediacy of life confronting them.

Passion, love, sweat, energy, The here and now, No past, no future, Just the present!

Nothing else counts. Nothing else should.