Salsa And Codeine
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‘Voy a reír, voy a gozar. Vivir mi vida, la, la, la, la.’
The words and music sound from the fenced garden where the wedding afterparty is being held.
I’m standing in the middle of the adjacent, empty street. Mexican traffic is courteous for once and is wreaking havoc in other parts of town.
Our feet, mirrored, move simultaneously. My hands, holding hers, guide her trough the itinerary I have in mind. The rhythm is far from flawless, but: who cares? It’s 9:30 p.m. on a random night somewhere far from everything, and I’m dancing salsa in the street. Bliss.