Chapter 1 : La Fiesta
Rowdy yells, booming music and loud fireworks accompanied the chilly air coming from the Straight of Gibraltar. Flawless movements from a group of women surrounding a small bonfire gathered an immense crowd.
The main dancer, dressed in a gypsy styled clothing caught the attention of both men and women, young and old. Her movements placed her viewers into a dazed state while she brandished her flowing and loose ankle length skirt to different angles not caring whoever would see her unblemished legs. Jondo, the perfect dance for such a woman. She never smiled during the dance' whole duration but her blood painted eyes is enough to pierce the hearts and minds of everyone who watched her.
If an outsider would look critically he/she may notice the increase in desire coming from the audience to get close to the now lone dancing figure swaying to the strums of the guitarra and to the voice of the singer as she performed in her own world. The dancer's face was void of emotion as her chestnut locks played with the wind with some sticking to her pale yet gorgeous face due to the gradually accumulating sweat.
As she danced the fire seemed to sway with her and follow her every movement during her dance of love and torture. Cheers from the crowd then grew louder and little by little people joined the group of dancing women like moths attracted to fire, dancing and playing around the beautiful flames which can scorch them if they get too close.
As the brilliant flames slowly turned modest, the dance also came to an end. It ended with the flawless dancer looking back from the fire and clapping her hands in a fast rhythm before kissing the ground like a Muslim woman worshipping Allah. Right then and there the music stopped abruptly giving an inkling feeling of incompleteness much like a sudden death. It took some moments before the main dancer stood up and smiled her fake smile to the crowd and the fiesta went on.
Far from the dancing crowd however an amused grin plastered the face of a young matador. She had just come from a fight holding her muleta where her espada is kept hidden and stored for the following day's slaughter. As pea green eyes stared at the chestnut haired dancer the matador's gruff features slowly turned soft and gentle. Such fascinating display of colors and movements, she left the small hill were he stood and went down to join the fiesta.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Please READ! Important.
For those who may not understand the story. This is a bit metaphorical and difficult to understand due to the play on words. Also, this is a bit cultural…
1st – as some may have noticed. The dance is called Flamenco and the form is called Jondo. It is a type of flamenco which contains deep meaning and seriousness.
2nd – as for the title, guitarra is Spanish for "guitar" which is a very important component of Flamenco.
3rd - Muleta is the crimson cloth held by matadors in order to get a bull's attention. Usually, a sword (espada) is hidden in its top end in order to kill a bull.
4th - Fiesta is a celebration. It is usually a festival but may also be used for parties like b-day parties.
Haha!! It's been a while since I last posted a story… and yes, if you still don't get it.. this is a new story! Anyway, I decided to use Spanish Culture since it fascinates me… Please send me a message in case of any mistakes with regards to the cultural aspects. This story only came up when I was reading a poem written by Rainer Maria Rilke… blah.. blah.. blah…