Peral Bartolomé described the dance as: “Like a bee in Kazuela, in lots of mixed men and women.” Moreover, “the boys and girls, all, went to the party willing to lose honesty.” The boys were “the uneducated, the wild donkeys” who made “a thousand impotent gestures” in front of the girl. The girls danced “with the breasts expressly collected, armed or with the chest in the air”. Faced with them, the more insolence they made, the more satisfied they felt, “foaming of lust and uncleanness.” Bartholomew maligously defined them: “The crow is not called a dove, but a crow.”

The imagination flies by reading the dance and reading “it’s time to do whatever anyone wants.” “The fire and smoke of lust is all that you hear and see in this mixture.” I was stunned. “Looks and indecent positions. Loose gestures and kneading to kiss. Hurtful crashes. And all of that, in every dance, non-stop, girls to the boy and boys to the girl.”

Madariaga distinguished two dances at the top of the Juergasmo. On the first, “in light dance, with two feet slipping, women stay in the center of the plaza.” People “look, applaud.” In the second dance they touch and touch “with their faces, with their arms, with their arms, and with their sides,” “both boys and girls become obscene and embarrassing gestures without asking themselves.”

At the end of the dance, between shouting, screaming and blasphemies, the boys and girls grieve “from the square to home, mixed for a while, screaming, yelling, laughing and kneading, giving the party and the breath of lust”. When leaving the plaza, Madariaga said that “the girls, even if they were, came many times with the red colors”: “With the loose scarves and twisted pillows, as you can’t believe without seeing them”.

It was said that “they were common in this dirty exit between boys and girls, which nobody knows much, ugly touches, lascive grasps, lascid manoeuvres, invitations to sin and other intentions of lust”. “Here’s how the parties of the plazas are made,” says Bartolome Madariaga. “I didn’t say anything else. Yes, very diminished, so as not to put all lascivious infamias on paper.”

Two centuries ago, Fray Bartolomé wrote these words. He wrote about soka-dantzak, fandango and arin-arin. I look at the fandango, I look at the fast and I don't know what to think. I don't know if the crow or the dove, but one of them has made us a cuckoo.