I had not returned to Spain for so long so it was the time to confront the ghosts of the past. I felt strong and safe, above all I had followed all the advice that my family gave me at the airport and the most important thing is that I returned successful and with a return ticket. A few days before traveling to Spain I dreamed of the movie starring Rita Haywort; "Gilda." It was very clear that it had been the Angel that I had carried with me since I arrived in LA, who would send me a signal and send me a super production that I would direct starting in Madrid, attending the Flamenco Festival that was held in the capital and would be the beginning of the spectacular flamenco adventure that was getting closer and closer and where I would probably meet the worst of ghosts ... my EX!.My mother bought us tickets for every day and we saw all the performances and of course fully immersed in the role of Rita and Ava Gadner, we went to all the parties wasting the glamor of HOLLYWOOD that for two years I breathed daily and Sofia who wore it built into her little finger when she picked up the glass, even if it was whiskey and without a glass, you also saw her from time to time at a party late at night somewhere with her finger also raised and without no sense. I took her to clandestine, intimate flamenco parties with the stars of each night and see the real show bathed in whiskey. You can imagine the “flamencos” faces when they saw us enter at dawn in a place that was supposed to be only theirs and they looked at you with the face of; well, come in, but because you are very pretty.

When I told my mother about the dream, she immediately told me the same thing that I was going to tell her. I had to do a flamenco show inspired by the Gilda movie but without slapping and with the best artists, each one famous in their specialty and of course only men and the first objective was to choose the Musical Director. I started researching on Rita Hayworth and I was more and more convinced of the success it would have and how the music had to sound. I had already dreamed of it! I would just have to remember it. Daughter of a renowned Spanish choreographer in Hollywood, Margarita Cansino would already be my inspiration and my downfall for many many months.
The next day I told Paul to buy the movie to watch, looking at every detail and creating my show at the same time. The film had many scenes in Spanish because it took place in a clandestine casino in Buenos Aires, Argentina.
The wildest simmering experience of my life had begun.

It was the last day of the Festival and the next day we were going back to LA, so the first intention was to try not to go out until very late. Luckily we met Antonio Gades in the bar in front of the Albeniz theater and he prevented several ghosts from the past from staying for the whole night who, in the same bar and in the same theater, starred in unforgettable moments of joy, eventually suffering from suffering. . And as my first Argentine friend recently arrived in LA used to say, —To back up, not even to gain momentum.
If Sofia had left Antonio Gades himself lying in a hotel room in Paris, with Piolin's pijama top and egg stained, then Sofia in addition to my student, my lawyer and my manager if necessary, too she would be my friend.

That night around 5 in the morning I met Montoyita at the Cardamomo flamenco bar. It was our favorite place to end the night and you would always meet all the artists and beautiful boys! I hadn't interacted with artists from Spain for a long time and I continually heard questions of all kinds, __Why did you leave Spain ? You are living in Los Angeles right? Is it true what they say happened to you and ...? Some did not even dare to say his name. —You are so beautiful! We have already found out that you are doing great in LA! ... and so on until now in my role as mariliendres, my inseparable gay man, he tells me everything they say in detail and surely super exaggerated to provoke in me a reaction of a divine diva.

El Montoyita and I, we had had a very hard and personal experience in the past that made us feel very close that night, besides that he was totally fascinated and kept telling me -you are amazing ! ! you can't be prettier! You see? coming from Hollywood and hanging out with the best of the best …he had a lot of respect for me, precisely because of the delicate experience we had, he would meet my parents, so he knew perfectly well where I came from and that I was an educated girl from A good family, which was how he introduced me to flamencos to enter the closed circles that flamenco has in the dawn of Madrid. But Sofia was the big problem, her green and yellow eyes like whiskey and her huge breasts would have everyone distracted, but at the same time they were also given one hundred percent demonstrating their best songs, dances and performances.

When the Cardamomo was about to close I told Montoyita my idea about “Flamenco Dreams”. I gave the show that name because I was really following the warning of a dream. El Montoyita already in the role of the owner of the casino in Argentina where the story takes place and his colleagues, the famous revolutionary singer Enrique Morente, the former guitarist of the flamenco myth Camarón de la Isla, Tomatito, and Diego el Cigala, told us that they were going to take the penultimate drink to “La Luna” The name of the bar open at 7 am in a side street of Atocha street, made me think that my Angel wanted to go to sleep and for that I had to close my verbal agreement with El Montoyita.

The bar was tiny, tacky fuorescent blue lights illuminated the famousl singer Enrique Morente repeatedly singing Summer Time. Listening to Diego el Cigala sing in my ear and the gypsy boy toy with golden curls and green eyes like a Botticelli that stay close to me the all night, was the best farewell gift. At that moment Sofia and I no longer cared about missing the flight back to LA. Antonio Carbonell and his brother El Montoyita took Enrique Morente home, but our surprise was when half an hour later, he reappeared at the door singing Summer Time again. We all laughed and that was a reason and a good excuse to continue partying until 9 in the morning. When we left the tacky bar I had ever been to in my life, Sofia took the photo of the year in which said; ; “Flamenco Dreams” was born!