EAU DE FLAMENCO
To what do dreams aspire -upon waking?
Where lies the home of a fugitive thought?
We seek to possess the perfume of Beauty, to name it and imprison it in bottles. Yet evanescent substances cannot be captured, but remain ever free because they pertain to the realm of soul.
We cannot seize hold of the nuances of a perfume : they pertain to a unique instant. We never bathe twice in the same river because it ceaselessly flows by, its ebb and flow is unique, never to be repeated.
Eau de Flamenco is bare feeling danced out freely, as unique as a perfume. Estefanía's dance is this essence wafting between the senses that comes, flows, departs and yet lives on, somewhere…
In what air does a perfume live on, -once it has been breathed?
In which waters does a dance sail on, -once it has been danced?
Percussions and palmas
"Materia" /Romance, tonás
"El aroma de un sueño" / Tientos y tangos
"Respirar jondo" / Soleares