When in Buenos Aires there is no avoiding Tango. You will find it even if you don't seek it. You will see it in most unexpected places. Tango on a rainy street? Check. Tango in the middle of the crowded flea market? Check. You may even dance yourself and your partner may be a complete stranger who you will never meet again.
But I must warn you! There are two kinds of Tango. Of course, you can see professional Tango dancers at various shows.
This is Tango evolved into a sport. Professional dancers will amaze you with their quick and precise movements.
However, there is no real passion here and you may soon feel like you've seen too much Tango.
And then there is another kind of Tango, which is danced by real Argentinians on the streets, in the bars and pretty much everywhere they feel like it.
It all begins with an embrace. They don't rush into the dance. They just hold each other in an attempt to find that position where everything is aligned perfectly - their hands, their bodies, their souls.
Only when the universe around seizes to exist or matter, they will move slowly to the music that sometimes only they can hear.
As they dance, you will begin to realize that they are not just dancing. They are talking to each other with every move, every turn, every gaze. I don't know what they are saying to each other. Discussing weather or professing love. Expressing sympathy or offering an apology. And I am not sure I have the right to know.
No matter how well they can dance, they will remain humble, even shy. And when they look at each other you will feel like you are imposing by just being there. You will see devotion, passion and a hint of sadness in that long Tango gaze. And you will realize, that the real Tango is not a dance of sport, which you were already tired of looking at earlier. The real Tango is the dance of hearts you can't get enough of.
So next time you want to express that you deeply care about someone, Tango is the way to do it.
Amazing story ! Thanks ! Would love to dance and not talk ....
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