Tangodurians

This song. This gorgeous gorgeous song. And this gorgeous gorgeous band, and these gorgeous gorgeous lyrics. I'm in love. Tibio está el pañuelo, todavía, Your handkerchief is lukewarm, still que tu adiós me repetía I kept reliving your farewell  desde el muelle de las sombras. On that shadowy dock Tibio, como en la tarde muere el sol, Lukewarm, like the dying afternoon sun mi sol de nieve, sin esperanza y sin alondras. My snowy sun, with no hope and no songbirds Tibio guardo el beso que dejaste I keep the lukewarm kiss that you left en mis labios al marcharte On my lips when you moved on porque aún no te olvidé... Because I still havn't forgotten you Tú... You yo sé que el cielo, I know the heavens el cielo y tú, The heavens and you vendrán acá para salvar Will come to save mis manos presas a esta cruz. My hands bound to this cross Si esta mentira audaz If this audacious lie busca mi pena, Seeks my pain no la descubras tú You will not discover que me condena. That it conde...

In this, my 3rd KL Tango Festival did I finally hit the right combination of feeling, fun, musicality which matched the stage I am in perfectly. In this, did I finally get that emotion and elation of what my first ever tango moments felt like. Not the grand festivals, but the small workshops, the little moments of sharing a great moment with someone. That darkened Vitosh guesthouse. It peeked around the corner, smiled at me and extended a hand and I finally, willingly got up and gave it a go. I was not disappointed. Finally.

The best tango dances are things you don't go searching for. They come out of nowhere, like 80 year old dancers in the hot environment of a Tango school in New York asking you to dance, you in your flats. You in your flats compared to the 4-inch CIF's whizzing past you. You in your flats, only a few months into this dance...yet knowing a bit more of your surroundings, being aware of the hierarchy, but not of how to handle yourself in this particular hierarchy. It's like your body is doing one thing while your mind is doing another. The best dances are not anticipated, because the more your anticipate, the more it becomes a struggle. The best dances come and make you feel like a comet whizzing through the night sky, like each of you is a twirling star in this galaxy of ours, and you're charting your own set course, never bumping into each other. Dance. Dance. Dance as though no one is watching you. Because in that moment you're in your own little universe and ...

Monday lands on me with a bang after an awesome dancing weekend. NEED MORE. The Boys were fantastic. Before I start giving my thoughts on this years festival, this is something I need to keep here because it explains it all. http://tangoaddiction.wordpress.com/2012/01/28/sensuality/ "And this is what I am looking for in the dance. Not to control, to force, to shape. But to somehow access something much bigger than I am as an individual. To harness, to hitch a ride on, to flow with, the natural patterns imposed by the structures of the homo sapiens body, by the gravitational constraints of our marbled blue-and-emerald planet, by the physical laws of our universe. To take a profound pleasure in my own physical being and to try to connect with that of others. Tango need not be sexual. But it can be sensual in the extreme."