In August 6th, 1956, I danced with Manuel in the dance organized in my village, at an orange grove that was placed near the public washing place. The walls had recently been whitewashed and the moon corroborated that whiteness. It seemed day to me, I swear it seemed day. The stars were placed by our waist, they were so many that started tickling us, wrapping us. I danced with Manuel as I was dancing with the eternity. I remember quite better his hot breathing in my neck than his awkward words he was telling me, while sporadically he stepped on me at the sound of concertina, guitar and harmonium. I was a girl from the people, what am I saying?, I was the people itself. We can’t stop to incarnate everything we are and that is always bigger than
