Days go by…

He shows up…

…same day every year…

…and dances from sunrise to sunset.

I heard…

…it’s some kind of ritual.

He used to dance here…

…back in the day.

Nice shoes.

She bought them…

…they were in love…

…but he couldn’t stop.

So one day she left.

No one knows where she went.

Now he dances to bring her back.

End of story.

Semana Santa 2007

 

y nos fuimos a la playa…

y por supuesto, me chocaron…