Hola salseros y salseras!
Another semester is near its end and its good to see so many people have continued on with salsa. Its also great to see how those people who started level 1 this semester have improved as dancers. I have to admit that my favourite part of being a helper is seeing how novices take up the dance so quickly and enjoy it as they progress. It really is a joy filled dance. So now I am finishing my first semester as the writer of this blog and I have to say I’ve enjoyed it immensely. It has been exciting thinking of ideas and writing about the music I love so much. Thanks to those of you who have given feedback and have talked to me about it in person. I hope you have enjoyed reading it as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it. So, what is coming up? Well, with summer around the corner there will be a chance to review salsa related events like concerts and the St. Clair street festival. I will continue to write the “Guerra de las canciones” section as well as the project some of you may have recently noticed. This one is a work in progress with an adventurous path and an ultimate destination. There is also preparation for the TDS amateur competition, of which I am deeply into right now. Hope to see you on the 8th at 6 degrees for this event. Trust me, the prep for this is its own separate blog entry which I will write about in future editions (a behind the scenes look at a couples’ preparation would do well here-now let’s just see how far Camela and I go :s). So, this is the immediate direction of the blog. As I said before, feel free to make suggestions and give feedback. As much fun as I have writing it, I definitely want to make it into something you will enjoy reading just as much. In closing, its been a great first semester, let’s get ready for summer and above all…
The knock startles him back from his imagined triumph. However, he wasn’t completely wrong, there was someone in his life now and she was the person knocking at his door. Stella was an amazing person, different from Sandra but in a good way. He cared deeply for her and was honestly able to say that he loved her. Yet this sudden outburst of emotion troubled him. If he was so happy with Stella, why so much twisted joy at the thought that Sandra might want him back? For that matter, why was that even a thought in his head at all? A sudden sense of guilt came over him, which he quickly tried to compose himself from before answering the door. A quick glance through the peephole confirmed who it was and brought a reassuring smile to his face.
Opening the door, Emilio embraced Stella and showed her in. They were going to meet some friends for dinner and then off to the club for a night of entertaining. He had stopped by his place to change first and Stella said she would meet him there. The conversation turned to the days events, small talk of work and finally Emilio was ready to go. Still, something in him wasn’t right, distracted somehow. As they left the apartment, he told her he loved her; sincere, yet he suspected it sounded a little questionable.
“I love you too.”
I don’t need an advanced degree to know I found happiness at your side. I don’t need a bunch of lawyers when I feel trapped, if you know how to free me. I don’t need to go to a church or understand religion to know there are demons, that want to kill this love. I don’t need a wise man or a holy man, or to look into a crystal ball, if I see my future in your face and if you’re not here I can’t go on. Because life is hard and night is dark and the world gets colder when you’re not here. Your love is what makes me live, when you kiss me I have to resist. With you I can fly to the sky. I die, when you and I aren’t together, I live only if you are by my side. I want to be captive in your arms. I feel like your love has given me the heavens. Life is dark and I don’t know how to live when you’re not there.
Content in their love, the two head out for the night….End scene 1.
Hasta la proxima.
This is a story, plain and simple. More accurately, it is the beginning of a story. Some of the names may be familiar but it is only to make it easier for the reader. Let’s start with a young man, his name is Emilio and he has just arrived home from a long day at work. As he comes through the door he notices the blinking light telling him there is a message on his answering machine. He pushes play and a familiar voice from his past fills the room.
“Hi Emilio, its Sandra. Listen, there’s something I need to talk to you about but I’d rather say it to you and not your machine so could you please call me back when you get a chance? Seems like its been ages since we’ve talked. Anyways, just give me a call when you can, k? Ok, talk to you later, bye.”
Sandra and Emilio dated for a few years a while back. After the breakup communication had slowly decreased to the occasional e-mail. The fact that she had taken the time to call and the anxious tone of her voice let him know this was important. At the time, the breakup had caught him by surprise and he found himself torn between his desire for her to return and his will to move on. However, in the time sense, Emilio had managed to move on but something in him allowed a gratifying sense of victory to overtake him. Emilio allows himself to think that she has realized her mistake and is about to ask to be taken back. Sardonically satisfied with this thought, he recites the words he’d been wanting to say for a long time.
All of a sudden you’re looking for me, to speak of the past and go out for dinner.
It seems you missed me after all and you weren’t happy with your other half.
All of a sudden you start to realize who it is that knows how to make you happy.
But you forgot, that when you left, I was just like you, free to choose.
And there was someone who gave me everything, everyday,
who would talk to me and fill me with loving words.
Yes, there was someone, that while you were living your separate life,
bravely helped me take charge of mine and won me over.
And to that someone, during a night of interminable delirium,
I gave my love, my body, my soul, my mind and my being, in a way you’ll never know.
All of a sudden you break into tears and you say you could never forget me.
But it slipped your mind that when you left, I was just like you, free to choose.
You forgot to say goodbye and there was someone who filled my days and nights with a new hope.
You forgot to say goodbye and you left my heart open for a new love.
She gives me so much and you let me go and didn’t think about me. Now you can’t live alone without me.
(Mark Anthony’s “Y Hubo Alguien” is the translated song here). As the song finishes, there is a knock at the door…
Check in to see what happens next.