“And so this Tango was born ..”
What a wonderful, complex, genuine piece of music. I love it so much.
So … where did your own Tango passion come from?
What pain led you to this place? What are you looking for?
La noche, el viento y el frío
mis penas me están matando
pero yo voy aguantando
con mi canto en el camino.
Así… se encontró el motivo
y así… nació este tango.
At night, the wind and cold
my sorrows are killing me
but I’m holding on
with my song on the road.
So … the reason was found
… and so this tango was born.
You are on a road, and you have chosen to be accompanied by Tango. It is so important to you, It softens the edges. It helps. It blurs your reality.
We chase them don’t we – these ephemeral moments. But do we really understand what we are doing – what we are walking away from as we dance towards some other dream?
Some things that to others define their lives can absolutely no longer satisfy us.
What is your reason for being on this road? Do you know where it ends for you?
3 thoughts on “Y así nació este tango – So where is your own road going?”
No – I’ve no idea where the road ends and for me that’s the adventure and the point of exploration. I need to live my life as an adventure, the unknown turns me on, gives me a reason for going down a path – to find out what’s there. So within the tango part of my life, every practica, every milonga, every tanda and every track is an unknown journey with myself and another and others – possibly exciting, possibly dull, possibly other feelings and never to be exactly repeated again. So that’s one of my reasons for being on the tango road and without my needing to know where it ends…….
That’s great Felicia!
Maybe fiction is just where reality should be but isn’t.
The human condition is so strange – we shuffle through jobs and money and behavioural expectations that no other living creature is remotely aware of.
In achieving all that this brings maybe we have just lost touch with a dream world and physical contact. Maybe we have lost the ability to move without thinking. To just feel.