The strains of the bandoneon transfix you as your partner leads you to the floor. We face one another and embrace. Our foreheads meet. We silently count the 8 bars.
Salida. Media luna and a forward ocho lead into the cross.
I close my eyes.
The orchestra takes me to a place where time or distance do not exist. I forget injustice, war and crooked politicians. The music and the dance become one. The embrace and the connection become all encompassing.
The music ends. I open my eyes and I return.
Tango.. proof that you can have a three minute love affair...
"Pueda bailo el tango hasta que muera " .... May I dance tango until I die....