The dance, the songs, the guitars that erupt with such a powerful force, yes there is sadness in there and pain, but the raw passion what it makes it come alive. Flame of fire. Romani, moorish, jewish and Christian elements were whirling in front of our eyes yesterday. We went to a theater, the performance, the dancers were incredible to watch. Probably it was too good, with the lighting, background pictures, the sound quality. Originally these were not choreographed performances, just happenings at family gatherings, community settings in local pubs, spontaneous expressions of daily life. While here Seville we saw street dancers earlier, for me that was the real thing, closer to the original settings.
Are you able to see beauty in imperfection? Do you allow raw but real things into your life without refinement? Do you recognize how professionalism can degrade authenticity?