Tangodurians

"I am discovering what it feels like to dance with someone you are in love with.  Pixie is not the best dancer in town, but I would rather dance with him right now than with anyone else. His body in my arms feels familiar to me in a way that seems to send warm currents right through me. “I dance with you mainly because I just want to hold you,” he confesses to me. “Is that bad?” he asks. How can it be bad? Surely it is what tango was made for."~ Tangoaddiction Holy crap, this sums it up.

What is my style? Or better yet, if I could combine the styles of all the dancers I love watching much like they construct the features of all the gorgeous celebrities (i.e. Halle berry's body, Jlo's butt, Angelina Jolie's lips etc.) which often come out uglier...hmm, maybe the saying that suits this is that the whole is greater than the sum of its parts...or you can't just construct people without their quirks and flaws without it looking...unnerving. Anyway, give me...Rojas adornments, Silvina's confidence, Ariadna's boleos. ooh, what a combo.. What IS my style? I have to stop striking the floor like I'm tap dancing, I have to stop anticipating, I have to let my leg go freer-and yet also be ready to not sprain my ankle at the next step, I need to stop fighting, I need to find a good weight balance for my right hand, I need to not hang on the left (omg stupid-ever since the May Madness been so self conscious about weighing it down..goddamnit). ARGH

Tango acts as an internal world, a tiny circle as such, of people connected worldwide. No less the pinnacle of the pyramid, the 'big' names of Tango, Zotto, Naveira, Rojas etc. It's the sentiment of, omg, did you dance with so-and-so, the airkissing and networking that occurs at SUCH a airy level especially in Asia which is hard to break into. At least the circles have larger radius' in other countries. You hear of a name even before you see the dance, but each have their own styles and guess what, it's the person who just asked you to dance, whoes name you didn't quite catch (or with short term memory loss like me-has forgotten) which will leave you begging for more. =)

I don’t feel satiated after only two tandas anymore, it’s true. And I don’t feel bashful when I’m asked to dance. But tango still thrills me, just as it always has; miraculously, it never seems to lose its freshness. In my heart, I am still a beginner. ~https://tangoaddiction.wordpress.com/page/3/ Ah, so true =), not happy anymore just being able to walk backward w/o tripping, not happy anymore to be able to do a simple ocho, parada, molinete. Not anymore.

...until I can no longer walk. For you, for me, for us. For the chance of one day being able to move around the floor with you again. One day.