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El baile en mi vida, comenz贸 con las primeras participaciones en la escuela, en los llamados actos culturales. Ya estaba en sexto grado cuando me incorporaron al grupo de aguinaldos, y esto llevaba, adem谩s del canto, un tipo de movimiento repetitivo y mon贸tono, supongo que era la coreograf铆a, estas piezas no ten铆an muchas partes movidas, como para pensar en algo muy elaborado.
Supongo que fue tambi茅n, m谩s o menos a esa edad, que comenc茅 a estar en las reuniones bailables, que hac铆an las t铆as en la casa de la abuela, (cuando comenzaban temprano). En esos tiempos toda reuni贸n llevaba su acostumbrado baile. Estaban de moda La Billos Caracas Boys y Los Mel贸dicos, que eran orquestas cuya m煤sica invitaba al movimiento, adem谩s del Piano Merengue de Damiron que no pod铆a faltar.
Recuerdo que los primeros pasos eran solo mover alternativamente de izquierda a derecha y de derecha a izquierda cada pie. 芦Ya la ni帽a baila禄 escuch茅 a mi padre decir, me pregunto ahora, qu茅 significado tendr铆a para 茅l, esa confirmaci贸n. A m铆 me di贸 confianza, sus juicios siempre eran severos y en esa oportunidad no sent铆 mayor aprehensi贸n.
De alguna manera fui aprendiendo los pasos y movimientos para la m煤sica de ese entonces. Ir a una fiesta significaba esperar que una figura masculina me sacar谩 a bailar. Comenz贸 entonces una especie de c贸digo, nada estudiado, pero que lo mostraba a uno dispuesto o no a salir. No era elegante dejar con la mano estirada al caballero y tambi茅n era p茅simo que a uno nadie lo invitara a bailar. Ahora s茅 que para el joven tambi茅n era inc贸modo este proceso, hab铆a timidez en algunos, temor al rechazo, y un alborot贸 de emociones y hormonas.
Las muchachas, (siempre and谩bamos en grupo), estudi谩bamos primero el entorno, nos inform谩bamos, en voz baja, s铆 alguien no nos gustaba, porque oliera mal o pisar谩 nuestros pies constantemente. Salir a bailar la primera vez era el desaf铆o de cada quien, si no lo invitaban de nuevo o no le aceptaban la segunda invitaci贸n, significaba que hubo un desagrado, algo no sali贸 como se esperaba. Conseguir con quien bailar bien y mantenerse la mayor cantidad de tiempo le bajaba tensi贸n a la jornada. Ya se hab铆a pasado el trance inicial. Muchas parejas de baile se cuadraban antes de la reuni贸n, eso era positivo y negativo al mismo tiempo, porque s铆 surg铆a un buen bailar铆n en la pista, no habria la posibilidad de bailar con 茅l.
Y es que bailar con la persona que sabe hacerlo es un ejercicio extraordinario, lograr ese acoplamiento en los giros, los pasos, y poder moverse por la sala con soltura es cuando se obtienen los beneficios verdaderos de esta actividad. A veces ocurr铆a que la otra persona parec铆a recostar su cuerpo contra el de uno, por lo que hab铆a que marcar distancia, metiendo el brazo a modo de palanca..
Los boleros se bailaban mejilla contra mejilla y si la persona ten铆a la cara con acn茅 se generaba una incomodidad. Lo mejor era ver el piso o entretenerse quit谩ndose alguna pelusa de la ropa, sin hacer contacto visual, cuando uno no ten铆a deseos de bailar: por cansancio, porque apretaran los zapatos o porque los candidatos bailaban muy mal.
Los tiempos cambiaron, ahora se habla m谩s en las reuniones, pero al que le gusta el baile siempre encuentra la manera de echar un pie.
Nada mejor que bailar con quien se tiene una conexi贸n sentimental, porque los pies van solos mientras las almas se anidan.
Gracias por tu amable lectura.
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Dancing in my life began with my first participation in school, in the so-called cultural events. I was already in sixth grade when I was incorporated into the Christmas group, and this involved, in addition to singing, a type of repetitive and monotonous movement, I suppose it was the choreography, these pieces did not have many moving parts, as to think of something very elaborate.
I suppose it was also, more or less at that age, that I started to go to the dance parties that the aunts held at my grandmother's house (when they started early). At that time, every party had its usual dance. The most popular were La Billos Caracas Boys and Los Mel贸dicos, which were orchestras whose music invited movement, in addition to Damiron's Piano Merengue, which could not be missed.
I remember that the first steps were just moving each foot alternately from left to right and from right to left. "The girl is dancing now," I heard my father say. I wonder now what that confirmation meant to him. It gave me confidence. His judgments were always severe, and on that occasion I didn't feel much apprehension.
Somehow I learned the steps and movements for the music of that time. Going to a party meant waiting for a male figure to ask me to dance. A kind of code began, not studied at all, but which showed whether or not one was willing to go out. It was not elegant to leave the gentleman with one's hand outstretched and it was also terrible if no one asked one to dance. Now I know that this process was also uncomfortable for the young man. There was shyness in some, fear of rejection, and a riot of emotions and hormones.
The girls (we always went in groups) studied the environment first, we asked ourselves, in a low voice, if we didn't like someone, because they smelled bad or constantly stepped on our feet. Going out to dance for the first time was a challenge for everyone. If you were not invited again or if your second invitation was not accepted, it meant that something had happened, something had not gone as expected. Finding someone to dance well with and staying with for as long as possible lowered the tension of the day. The initial trance had already passed. Many dance couples would get in tune before the meeting, which was positive and negative at the same time, because if a good dancer appeared on the dance floor, there would be no chance of dancing with him.
And the fact is that dancing with the person who knows how to do it is an extraordinary exercise. Achieving that coupling in the turns, the steps, and being able to move around the room with ease is when you get the true benefits of this activity. Sometimes it happened that the other person seemed to lean their body against yours, so you had to keep distance, putting your arm in as a lever.
Boleros were danced cheek to cheek and if the person had acne on their face, it created discomfort. The best thing was to look at the floor or entertain yourself by picking some lint off your clothes, without making eye contact, when you didn't feel like dancing: because you were tired, because your shoes were too tight, or because the candidates danced too badly.
Times have changed, now there is more talk at meetings, but those who like dancing always find a way to get in.
There's nothing better than dancing with someone you have a sentimental connection with, because feet go by themselves while souls nest.
Thank you for your kind reading.
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