I wish I had someone that could teach me how to live, like Concha teaches dance. You do a move that is pretty dramatic, and she says, "No. Con fuerza!" (force). You thought you were doing it with a lot of force. You try again. She says no. Then she demonstrates. "Tu lo haces asi:" and she plods along. You try again. "No, pareces un robot," she says, frustrated. ("rrrobo", both o's long.)
I was really trying to have force, and I was trying not to look like a robot, but it doesn't work. "No." She says again, and shows you over again how she would do it. One thing I have learned is that if you are actually lost in what you are doing, and you are executing these moves with honest to goodness "fuerza", your face automatically takes on an intense expression that is not superficial. She has taught us this. Finally I do it with "fuerza" and she says, "Bien!! Bien, Ana, Bien!"

It always happens that I think I am doing it but I am not. My mind has decided to try to make it look all forceful or move my body with a certain speed, but something doesn't jibe. I am sacar-ing something from dentro, somehow in the end, though I am not quite aware initially that I am not doing that, and I am not quite aware that it is happening, when it starts to happen. Partly, I am scared of her. But when I practice later, I know my dancing is different, and has never been like this before.