Sweet longing
I found the list on the internet. Actually, I just wanted to research briefly, where a milonga, a Tango evening, is held in the evening. That question popped up: "Are you a tango junkie?" This was followed by unmistakable symptoms that could be said to detect an advanced tango addiction.
- You're moving furniture to dance - You're dead tired, but you're still on course - You've had a big tango argument with your partner lately - You've changed your computer password. It starts now with T. - You have to dance. - You have to dance ...
I was clearly a junkie. Although I did not dance long, but was long dependent. Time to admit it. I put on the new "Gotan Project" CD (electric tango, very relaxing) and thought about how I got into this addiction: a trial lesson in a small basement studio. Music from another time, a tight, but not too tight hug, closed eyes, the first hesitant steps? and at some point this feeling, which I should always search again: only feel. Do not think anymore. Get completely involved in the music, the rhythm, the movements of the other. At that time I had opened my eyes very reluctantly. An eternity seemed to have passed. It had only taken three minutes. A tango long. Even in the evening in bed lay on my face the knowing smile of an infected person.
Dancing tango is not about sex, it's about feeling it
A typical entry into an addiction career, as I now know from many conversations with other addicts. Especially in the big cities we are getting more and more, meet in old theaters, modern bars, on ships and under bridges, nestle our cheeks together and hook our feet together. We invite strangers, dance with them as familiar as long-time lovers, and wordlessly separate us again. Women dance with women. Men with men. In the past, the "bitch chwoof", the "vertical expression of a horizontal craving", was once forbidden. A misunderstanding. This is not about sex. This is finally about us. Maybe that's why men of the Tango addiction are a little less likely than we are.
But if he has caught the budding "Tanguero", he can not be taken off the dancefloor anymore and already experiments with highly complex figures in the beginner course. After the first bad accident on the dance floor, it dawns on him that Tango may have less to do with acrobatics than he thought. And machos are not automatically the better dancers. But everyone deserves a second tango. Because no tango is like the other one. When things go bad, it simply means: no connection under this embrace. When things go well, four legs become two. If things are going very well, I'll be the woman I could be one evening. Then happiness dances around in me.
Of course I have tried it before with a detoxification cure. Standard / Latin. I endured it for two full hours. The bad pop songs and the good mood program of the certified dance teacher made me somehow depressed. Tango is not a party bang. Tango is the dance of the homeless, the stranded, the vanquished. His songs tell of melancholy, of loneliness and melancholy. But just this longing is so sweet that you want to feel it again and again. I have to feel.
Tango information: Tango Argentino in the net; Tango magazine with large collection of links; Courses z. In Hamburg
