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Suzanne Vega's...
...Caramel
I went for my first Tango class today... It was wonderful.
History has it that Tango was birthed on the streets and in brothels of Buenos Aires. Bearing African influences,it evolved in the arms of Argentinian gauchos and their mulattos. The dance and its songs are a poetic manifestation of tragic romance; beautiful and sad all at once. Although it was initially thought of as a vulgar display of sexuality, the Tango was really a lamentation of love and its woes. The Tango soon captured the attention of the young upper-class men who began teaching a "purified" version of the dance to their young female counterparts, and so the rapture of Tango began.
The precision and the grace of the dance can really only be brought about by the coalescence of the dancer's soul and the song. Honestly. At the beginning I was preoccupied with trying to get the steps right and my "axis" straight. But really, its only when I started to lose myself in the song that it all started to flow very naturally. (Of course, I also had a very good leading partner. So you could also also very rightly argue that I was mere putty in his hands.)
I can't wait for my next Tango class. I went there with a headache and came out in love. The romantic tragedy that was its beginning and its music that is its life blood, living forever in the moment of the dance, as long as the music kept playing, does nothing more than call out to me, showing me the bond we share. The dancers mere puppets, slaves to the songs that freed them and bound them all at once,... truly soothes the soul.
black llucii at 3:33:00 am
History has it that Tango was birthed on the streets and in brothels of Buenos Aires. Bearing African influences,it evolved in the arms of Argentinian gauchos and their mulattos. The dance and its songs are a poetic manifestation of tragic romance; beautiful and sad all at once. Although it was initially thought of as a vulgar display of sexuality, the Tango was really a lamentation of love and its woes. The Tango soon captured the attention of the young upper-class men who began teaching a "purified" version of the dance to their young female counterparts, and so the rapture of Tango began.
The precision and the grace of the dance can really only be brought about by the coalescence of the dancer's soul and the song. Honestly. At the beginning I was preoccupied with trying to get the steps right and my "axis" straight. But really, its only when I started to lose myself in the song that it all started to flow very naturally. (Of course, I also had a very good leading partner. So you could also also very rightly argue that I was mere putty in his hands.)
I can't wait for my next Tango class. I went there with a headache and came out in love. The romantic tragedy that was its beginning and its music that is its life blood, living forever in the moment of the dance, as long as the music kept playing, does nothing more than call out to me, showing me the bond we share. The dancers mere puppets, slaves to the songs that freed them and bound them all at once,... truly soothes the soul.
Ah! I have found my release!
black llucii at 3:33:00 am
drooling...
aching for life...
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