But our amor was not of that kind… not the epic, beautiful, fairytale kind… It was eternal, destructive, forbidden love….
Sometimes I dance, alone, to música no-one can hear but me. When I dance I feel the beat of the earth’s own corazón rise through my feet and legs, through my loins and belly and into my chest, until my own corazón beats in time with the earth’s. Then I wonder if tu feel it too, beneath that portion of the earth’s crust where tu stand, o walk, o lie, o dance too. Because always, when I’m dancing, I’m dancing with you.
The past doesn’t change, of course, it...
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