Flamenco

I wrote this really cool poem about flamenco and I showed it to my dad, who then gave it to his friend that he works with in Maryland. This guy is like a musical genious and he is going to make a flamenco song out of my words. I can't wait to hear what it sounds like. I would post the poem but I am trying to get it published that would probably be unwise to do until after then. Anyway, lately I have really started liking the beatiful passionate gypsy music of Spain which is a far cry from what I would normally like. It makes me feel free and alive. I remember we went to see a flamenco ballet in Malaga but all that remember was our nose-bleed bench seats and the load of leaves that they released onto the stage and thinking about how they were going to clean up all those little leaves later.