We do not realize that we have misjudged how much time is left in the song. We step onto the floor and embrace for a few seconds; maybe we had the chance to change weight. And then the song ends.
We step apart in the brief silence between songs, and he makes a slight bow and remarks, grave-voiced but with a twinkle in his eyes, "Thank you; that was very ... pure."
Name that tune - I began dancing with Enrique Rocenza this year in El Maipu. He is interested in talking about the music, and nothing else, although he admitted he has dan...
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