Thanks for reminding me Amílcar Vergara.
was the first song I danced in my life. He was then ten years, was a New Year party in the primary. A robust and high girl, impetuously me to dance. At the second pull of my hand I gave. I was over in height, for a head. We had never spoken, but he knew from afar. The daughter of a schoolteacher, in my imagination comics or his face appeared similar to that of Fin, the girlfriend of Prince Valiant Viking (which then drew Harold Foster).
The song is what I remember most about that first time. But the sweet sensation of being in the arms of the girl determined, the softness of her summer dress, her perfume of lilacs. Raised among men, surrounded by older, with children playing rough, with whom should be on constant guard to prevent time from where it might come from the first punch, swinging the arms that let me know so cozy happiness until then not even dreamed.
From the next day I decided to start dancing. There were no cases very quickly. But upon entering high school, like going to a mixed school, the possibility was latent.
The only primary companions were continued frequenting Gringo Tutti Bianchi and Delgado. This is because both joined-like me-to the Academy of Fine Arts. El Gringo used to organize little party at home. Winco-player with a then-high-tech, closed the living room for a group of boys and girls that are carefully selected. However
failed in a remarkable manner in my first attempts. It was not inhibited, thus going to the girl and I liked her to dance. She accepted, but no I lasted two issues. There were even some that I left the first half! ... I noticed then whispered, the other men looked at me and laughed. Then they started to charge me, "Hey, bailate a rock and roll whore", I said the monkeys, in a tone snob. (At that time they were fashionable Teen Tops, Enrique Guzmán.)
had a fraternal friend, three or four years older than me, Sunday was called Bravo. In the path of Home School (his father was the director) I consulted my case. "Okay, show me how to dance," he said. I did. "No, no ... you dance in any way ...", immediately censored. "There are steps you have to learn them, because if the girl is not going to go!" Then I took a couple of lessons. We went home, we took a transistor radio and in the shadow of a paradise, Mingo making girl and I follow their guidelines, I learned steps.
Some months later, during a vermouth at home, organized a companion, Clarita Fernández, get the first fruits of those efforts. I dance, with a nice girl for almost everything that winter lasted little party that night. Without stepped on, not once.
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