The puppeteer ...

I have been watching street performers for quite a few years ... it is almost impossible not to "trip" on them in packed up  touristic squares and street corners just anywhere around the world ... and yet, what is not so common is to have some of them perform so intensely that they don't seem to be even worried about being given a few coins for their odd performing acts ... In fact, quite often, when one is just getting to appreciate what they are doing, out of the blue comes someone "asking" for money ...  and interfering with the magic moment, one had just "experienced" ... or was still "experiencing" ...

I have  already watched a few good street puppeteers, I must say, ... but none like the one I have had the privilege to watch recently in Madrid.

His facial expression was convincingly (strong) ... as convincing as the puppet's eyelids ... his body "slid" back and forth to the sound of the musical chords in a somewhat almost perfect syncronism with the moves of the  string pulled puppet ... He kept going on and on ... dancing ... moving around ... approaching children ... adults and even dogs, who gathered to watch his performance ... the one that never seemed to end ...

Was he doing it for us? ... or (maybe) for himself ? ... or merely for the art ... the performing art, we sometimes relegate to a secondary position ...  the streets ...

Whichever reason he may have been doing it for ... he was good ... really good ...