It had been many moons since I had danced. I realized exactly how long and thought: I cannot continue without dancing.
So, I went to a milonga in Aventura. It was a bit of the viejito lonely hearts club, but fun.
I was nervous I'd trip on my feet and stumble on the giros. Luckily, dancing tango is like riding a bike. You just hop back on.
Dancing brings so many emotions - joy, sadness, peace. And many memories of Buenos Aires, friends far away, tango buddies. In my head, I hear the voices of my last teachers -- Valencia y Dina y Luciana en Villa Malcolm.
I feel like I'm back in Buenos Aires. But the song ends, and I'm here in South Florida and want to be there.
Years ago, Enrique Santos Discepolo said tango is a sad feeling that is danced. Maybe instead of sad feeling: nostalgia, danced.
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