The magic of the Marinera

THE MAGIC OF THE MARINERA

Few days left for the competition. They began training.  They were good friends now, not a long time ago they have been more than that.  Things hadn't worked out as they wanted and they had split. But destiny, Marinera had reunited them again.  They were the perfect dance couple, there was chemistry between them, they complemented each other perfectly.  Without watching the other, they knew what step the other would make.

Rehearsals and more rehearsals.  He, elegant with his chalan poncho and his hat.   She, coquettish, smiling, danced with naked feet on the gravel yard to toughen the soles of her feet up, to prepare them for anything, to win.

Music transported them, as in trance, the rhythm of the music was that of their heartbeats.  Her firm, delicate feet, beautifully shaped and highly arched drew delicate figures in the coarse, rough ground.  Because of so much training her soles had become living leather, which made them even more beautiful.  He observed her smile, her turns and how she teased him with her naked, graceful feet.

Little by little, as in a song, they got closer again. The good, kind boy fell again under her charm.  The music became passion again.  The spark of love was back.  In one of the swirls he stole a kiss from her.  She was surprised but just smiled.  She left her handkerchief fall to the ground to grab it softly with her toes.  He kneeled down in front of her, staring at her eyes, as her delicate foot posed the white handkerchief on his hand.  He felt the bare sole of her foot, rough and hard, caressing his hand.  He remembered those moments in which, during hours, he caressed her feet after dancing. And it was then when he just kissed those beautiful feet which had reunited them again.  Marinera had made its magic again.