Lost and found...

I lost my tango groove the other night, like many of the other tango bloggers
that have recently experienced. It is interesting. I wonder if this is
something contagious:) As yo are responding to one blog entry and
telling them that this happens to every one, you find your self in the
void of tango nothingness yourself:) Or maybe it takes turns. Ijust
learned to not to take those nights so seriously. I try to treat them
like a bad hair day, or a "I am fat" day. It happens once in a while,
never pleasant but thankfully never permanent either.
A lot is
happening in my life right now. Many things are changing. The speed
with which the days pass is scaring me, and change is always scary so I
find my self in a whirlpool. Tango is part of it too. I just found out
that I will be relocating due to job circumstances and it is scaring
me. I like my job, and changing location is not pleasant. So many
friendships formed, so much investment made to this community in which
I live in. So it is hard to pack up and go. And yet I know it is time
to move on..
What will this mean for tango? Well, I heard that my new location does not have a huge tango community. So this will mean probably more festivals, and less milongas. Total change...
I am a little overwhelmed right now with this sudden change in plans. My future looks so different. I do not think I can reflect on this in a healthy manner now.
The good news is, I found my tango groove again:) So for now I will enjoy my life here while I can...

a great escape..

I have been kidnapped by pirates! They took me on their ship, and instead of taking me to BsAs, they took me to a land of nothing. A land of work, worries and
flurries. A land of indecision, numbness. As they were living in that island like zombies, I felt very very cold. I felt the feeling leaving my body like a tide receding at night, and everydaywhen the feeling would return it was less and less. As if the sea was continuously receding. I did dance tango in the island... It was tango without feeling. One of the pirates looked like one of my favorite dancers, but when we danced, we had not feeling. the movements were there, but not our hearts. So somehow, I made my great escape, and am writing these words from the first internet connection I could get, the feeling is coming back slowly. It is as if I came back from the dentist and the numbness is just wearing off. What a dreary feeling. In
order to expedite my feeling gain, I put of my favorite songs on repeat: Nature Boy (David Bowie version). This song usually too much for me to listen, is just right currently. I am hoping that my numbness ends quickly, and I can be myself again. Me, the bubblingtanguera that I am who loves to laugh, write, dance, and feel.
The draught has to end...I need Nature Boy to remind me who I am...
There was a boy
A very strange enchanted boy
They say he wandered very far, very far
Over land and sea
A little shy and sad of eye
But very wise was he

And then one day
A magic day he passed my way
And while we spoke of many things
Fools and kings
This he said to me
"The greatest thing you'll ever learn
Is just to love and be loved in return"


"The greatest thing you'll ever learn
Is just to love and be loved in return"

Pirates...

I am looking for a pirates' ship.
To come and sweep me off my feet.
Then I leave this ocean of bore,
They can take me to a sandy shore.
I will ask them to drop me at a port called Buenos Aires,
I will take the best looking one, teach him how to tango, and how to dress:)
In time I will forget my own name
In time he will shave the beard and be tame
In time I will have it all love, money and fame
But for now, I have to work, how lame..
what a shame...
who is to blame?
Moi ofcourse,
the very bad and very bored poet.