Tangodurians

Cikgu said to me today that I was dancing like a little shy sparrow. I stared at him for a bit. Then decided to spread my wings and soar. He said that it became easier to dance with me. Lol. Sometimes you need someone to give you that push. You don't want to come out with guns blazing and then have someone look at you and go. WTF are you doing. You need that encouragement that is subtle, reinforcing, so that every time you start to dance, you remember that, hey, you can actually move, and move decently well.

I went into starbucks for a green tea latte and ended up getting a Tango CD. Slightly obsessed no? This kinda sums it all up for me ...You feel an urge? Touch its pain, wrap yourself around it. Don't put on airs. What you seem must be what you are, and what you are is a mess, honey, but that's okay, as long as you wear it inside...Time is flowing backward and forward into the vortex. From the rooms come a warm air and a choked melody of syncopated gasps. Something throbs...It always had you in mind, your habits, your twitches, the tiny blood vessels bursting inside you when you hide what you feel...It's all a game. You're going to play it too, you're going to dance with the tiger. Don't worry, your life is in danger. Remember your instructions. Listen up. And suffer, motherfucker, this is the tango... ~Piazzolla Tango was a dance for the displaced, the melancholic strains of the Bandoneón would wind down cobblestone paths as people danced to forget the...