Dancing is something that we lose the older we get, the more we restrain our own actions with the thoughts that course through our brains, of realizing embarassment. Perhaps it started with a comment and furtive glances at each other on the dance floor bopping to Britney pre milennium-perhaps it started with the slow dances of Year 6 disco nights. Awkward, always. And then the statement that you have two left feet, no sense of rhythm or style and grace, some people are just born with it. But Tango somehow transcends all that, it's not a dance, it's an emotion. Above all a connection, with another human being. I've always fought for my own identity knowing what being a woman will connote in this life, yet in tango I willingly surrender to another. I give up my restraints and let the music lead me. And through the crowded dancefloor I catch your eye and the head-cock greeted with a smile. Embracing heartbeats reunited after far too long and foreheads entwined. Thank you
Writings of the Tango Toddlers