Monday, September 29, 2008

The tango in my heart

writes from California, USA


This is me (with pals), in a cab, in Buenos Aires. (I'm the one on the end. You knew that.)
We're just coming back from a wonderful class at the Dinzel's studio. This may be a capture of one of the happiest times in my entire life, one that I can remember like it was yesterday.

But it wasn't yesterday at all. It's been a while since that day. I was awakened this morning by a dream about tango. I never dream about tango.
In my dream, I was wearing my flamenco shoes and I think I was in a hardware store (go figure), but they were having some sort of dance competition there. Some guy asked me to dance. (You know how in your dreams there's someone that seems really familiar to you, but doesn't look like anyone you know in real life? Well, this guy was like that. Upon awakening, I still don't know who he might be).
Anyway, the song they played is the one that makes me melt, the one that draws me like a moth to a flame: Desde el Alma. In my dream, I could sense my partner's nervousness (he was a beginning dancer) but since I had more experience than him, I could feel his happiness and relief that I could follow his steps so effortlessly, and could even feel his cheek smiling, pressed against my own. I closed my eyes and danced to this beautiful waltz.
And then I woke up, that song still haunting me. I haven't been dancing in several months now, not flamenco, not ballet and not tango. It's been an amalgamation of reasons, a snowballing effect of things I don't need to bore you all with, but to some degree a bit of this, some of this, vestiges of this, and other mundane things like being flat broke and tired at the end of the day.
But dancing in my dreams, and still having my beloved song playing on endless loop in my brain has made me remember all the wonderful things, the lovely things, the tango in my future, when I was a tango angel, and especially this memory, the tango in my past.
For those of you new readers who weren't sure where a silly little name like tangobaby comes from, to those few remaining tango-loving readers who still read my blog even though I don't really write about tango anymore, let's watch this dance together, to the song that haunts me even now, as the faint rays of the sun start to brighten the sky and I wait for the day to begin.

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Παθιασμένη με τον χορό και ειδικά το ταγκό, επιμελείται με μεράκι και φροντίδα το μπλοκ της, που είναι αφιερωμένο σ' αυτή τη μεγάλη της αγάπη. Πέρα όμως από αυτό, το διανθίζει με πολλά από τα διάφορα ενδιαφέροντα της. Ανεξάντλητη, ευρηματική και χαρισματική το ενημερώνει τακτικά και το εμπλουτίζει συνέχεια. Έχει δημιουργήσει το αναγνωστικό της κοινό και απολαμβάνει κάθε μια καταχώρηση ξεχωριστά.
Τελευταία δημιούργησε ένα δεύτερο μπλοκ όπου εκεί φιλοξενεί τις φωτογραφίες που βγάζει, ικανοποιώντας τις καλλιτεχνικές της ανησυχίες.
Δείτε τα μπλοκς και τη δουλειά της και θα καταλάβετε.

Tango Argentina


Maria Verivaki said...

a very romantic dance for those who know it...

Phivos Nicolaides said...

Mediterranean kiwi. I would say Maria, a romantic dance for those who feel it!