Here is one of my favorite milonga videos.
Friday, June 6, 2008
Friday, May 30, 2008
Milonga, object of my new infatuation...
I know I know.. It has been a long time... Instead of explaining the reasons behind my silence, something that even I do not understand very well, I am going to dive into this post right in, just like jumping into the cold, clear, salty waters of the mediterranean in early summer, where the contrast between the hot days and cold seas makes you feel more than just alive... So let's see if this post has the same efect on me:)
Milonga.. Yes it my new found love. I love listening to it, singing it, dancing to it.. Something clicked a while ago and just like that I switched from dreading milongas to loving them. I grew up I guess:) or Tango Gods thought it was time to turn the milonga switch on...
I feel the connection is soo much more intricate during dancing the milonga. You can fit so much more conversation. Without good connection though it will be a cacaphony. Or... it can be really boring. In fact I remember dancing the milonga in the past and being really bored because I either felt like we were just marching around, or playing Choo choo train. You can only do that or like 15 seconds and then you get bored you know...Also navigation is even more important in milonga. But if you have the connection then it can be like two giddy kids chasing each other with a garden hose:, or playing tag.
With milonga its really all or nothing. You either get bored to death or you have the time of your life. There is not in between.
Speaking of playing tag by the way, what the hell is wrong with the society these days: Take a look at this: Danger! Kids Playin Tag
How are kids supposed to socialize, how are they to build character, learn to toughen up, learn to compromise, learn to associate with other human beings if they are micromanaged like this?
People give kids way too little credit.
Milonga.. Yes it my new found love. I love listening to it, singing it, dancing to it.. Something clicked a while ago and just like that I switched from dreading milongas to loving them. I grew up I guess:) or Tango Gods thought it was time to turn the milonga switch on...
I feel the connection is soo much more intricate during dancing the milonga. You can fit so much more conversation. Without good connection though it will be a cacaphony. Or... it can be really boring. In fact I remember dancing the milonga in the past and being really bored because I either felt like we were just marching around, or playing Choo choo train. You can only do that or like 15 seconds and then you get bored you know...Also navigation is even more important in milonga. But if you have the connection then it can be like two giddy kids chasing each other with a garden hose:, or playing tag.
With milonga its really all or nothing. You either get bored to death or you have the time of your life. There is not in between.
Speaking of playing tag by the way, what the hell is wrong with the society these days: Take a look at this: Danger! Kids Playin Tag
How are kids supposed to socialize, how are they to build character, learn to toughen up, learn to compromise, learn to associate with other human beings if they are micromanaged like this?
People give kids way too little credit.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Tango and the corner of your mouth...
The most delicious, beautiful place? On human body? Corner of the mouth. Just where the upper and the lower lip unites and where the cheek starts. If I were to be a photographer, that would be a close up I would love to take of many many people, of old people with wrinkled faces and well used corners, and babys that have fat cheeks and dimpled corners, of smiles and crying faces...
That is the most kissable part. That is the most intriguing part. The part that is closest to our hearts. Why? Eyes you say? What about eyes? Eyes can lie... I have seen eyes that seduce, can spy.... They are deadly, those hazel, those green, those blue eyes... But can corner of the mouth seduce? Can it lie? Can it black mail? Can it threaten? No! It is innocent, vulnerable, its only advantage is that not many people pay attention to it..
Corner of the mouth...It just tells the truth. If you are happy, content, pleasantly surprised, if you are having a good time, the corner of your mouth cannot help but curl up... And if you are unhappy, upset, sad, melancholic, it will sag. That is how one pouts. Its not the lips, it is the corner of your mouth that allows that...
As a tango fanatic and a follower, I have a connection with the corner of the mouth... I close my eyes. I fall into the embrace. I inhale, I give in, I connect.. And when I feel like the one I am dancing with is dreaming along, my forehead on his cheek, I peek in between my eyelashes, and see the corner of his mouth. And that is.. my favorite tango moment.
Because tango allows me to have that little window, laced with eyelashes,where I catch a glimpse of their utmost inner parts, the mirrors of their souls, and yet, it is like a flash that explodes in all its whiteness and brilliance.. And before I know, the tanda ends, we thank each other.
I wonder, much later, how can I know so much of him, but not his name?
That is the most kissable part. That is the most intriguing part. The part that is closest to our hearts. Why? Eyes you say? What about eyes? Eyes can lie... I have seen eyes that seduce, can spy.... They are deadly, those hazel, those green, those blue eyes... But can corner of the mouth seduce? Can it lie? Can it black mail? Can it threaten? No! It is innocent, vulnerable, its only advantage is that not many people pay attention to it..
Corner of the mouth...It just tells the truth. If you are happy, content, pleasantly surprised, if you are having a good time, the corner of your mouth cannot help but curl up... And if you are unhappy, upset, sad, melancholic, it will sag. That is how one pouts. Its not the lips, it is the corner of your mouth that allows that...
As a tango fanatic and a follower, I have a connection with the corner of the mouth... I close my eyes. I fall into the embrace. I inhale, I give in, I connect.. And when I feel like the one I am dancing with is dreaming along, my forehead on his cheek, I peek in between my eyelashes, and see the corner of his mouth. And that is.. my favorite tango moment.
Because tango allows me to have that little window, laced with eyelashes,where I catch a glimpse of their utmost inner parts, the mirrors of their souls, and yet, it is like a flash that explodes in all its whiteness and brilliance.. And before I know, the tanda ends, we thank each other.
I wonder, much later, how can I know so much of him, but not his name?
Friday, February 15, 2008
Out of my reach...
Valentango is going on this weekend. I cannot go. For many reasons, like, hum, let me think... money and time? Yep those are the usual suspects. There is also not wanting to go away for a tango weekend on the Valentines weekend. Even though it is a commercial pseudo-holiday... Still, I cannot bring my self to leave my partner (who does not dance tango) alone.
Adjusting to each other is important in life and in tango. Being perceptive, being sensitive to what your mirror image might feel, think, want is key to a great life and a great tanda together. He does not know it but he has been dancing tango with me for a loooong time:)
So Valentango is out of my reach this year. What is in my reach is a happy life, full of understanding, love, compromise... And still I get a lot of tango, because I am lucky to have a partner, who does not dance tango, but who appreciates my passion for it.:)
Adjusting to each other is important in life and in tango. Being perceptive, being sensitive to what your mirror image might feel, think, want is key to a great life and a great tanda together. He does not know it but he has been dancing tango with me for a loooong time:)
So Valentango is out of my reach this year. What is in my reach is a happy life, full of understanding, love, compromise... And still I get a lot of tango, because I am lucky to have a partner, who does not dance tango, but who appreciates my passion for it.:)
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Danzarin is 1 year old!:)
My alter,uber, and side ego Danzarin is turning one today. I am holding an imaginary milonga, on my blog:) I hope you can attend. No cover charge, just bring all your good tango karma along when you are visiting the blog, preferably read the most recent post, or a favorite old one, in your favorite tango shoes:)
I am grateful for all the friends I have, all the friends I made, and all the ones I will, through tango. I am grateful all my past and present tango shoes:) Within the last year (since February 13, 2007) I danced mucho tango, I attended 6 tango festivals (wow now I realize where all my money went) and enjoyed many blissful moments of tango bliss. You all, knowingly or unkonowingly have been an integral part of it. So. THANK YOU, from the bottom of my tango-bound heart...
Monday, February 11, 2008
Danzarin just realized....
www.toothpastefordinner.com
That she is approaching the first aniversary of her blog (which is February 13)... And so far she has had 2923 visitors.. Wouldn't it be great if the blog would reach 3000 visitors by Wednesday? That wuold be amazing. It already is amazing... After all 3000 is just a number. But I have OCD (Obsessive Compulsive DIsorder) and I have a tendency to vy for rounded numbers:) In either case, Danzarin is very excited, that she has had such a positive experience with the blog..
Images that I love...
I fell in live with this image, from Prada FAshion show...
Also, I love the photo that Sorin took of Debbie.. Don't know how he did it, actually he explains it but I have no capacity to understand such things.. I just have capacity to appreciate the outcome...
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