Aylin Bayaz danced the flamenco with poetic grandeur. At times she reminded me of a whirling dervish. She would spin and twirl her body, forcing the fabric of her dress or a scarf to rise up and twist, make mesmerizing shapes. Her twirling was lit up like a fire under the bright rose gold stage lights. Her hands and fingers would punctuate the end of a twirl with a twisting curlicue motion, as if they were blowing in an Andalusian wind.
Raul Mannola -- wow! He is amazing. Love!
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