Between The Lines Of Tango

Finding true love is one thing, while living it happily ever after is entirely another.
Although, when speaking of my true love, the love of dancing the Tango, all of the wild possibilities of my career become endless. Perhaps the fact of the matter lies beneath the vivid experience itself, which delivers me a unique communication between the physical touch and the invisible soul, while breathing within me a voluptuous sensation that makes the adventure itself so magical.
 The truth, is that whenever I set a leaping foot on the dance floor, the ordinary moment of time will immediately convert my living world into a fictional wonderland leaving me familiar in a whole new place. I mostly enjoy the wild release of my sensual senses while creating an unspoken language of the untouchable chemistry that I have seething inside of me. Soon I find myself dancing my body and heart away in the everlasting land of music, in hopes to exceed the ongoing path of my dancing journey, when suddenly the one dreamy night of mine has quickly turned my life into a speedy rollercoaster, in which I have miserably failed to control.
 It all started about eight months ago on an ordinary Friday night during the early days of September. I remember it so clearly as if it was yesterday’s news. The sky was very starry and the moon was shining bright when nature’s light breeze came cuddling through the freshly blossomed trees that overlooked the heaven’s very own romantic beacon. Meanwhile my dance partner Rico Alvarez and I were dancing away our essences the way we always did, when the audience began following the flirty music with their hearts and souls while screening at me like a wild target. The second I sensed the dozen eyes aiming in my direction, I immediately lost my solid certainty. Somehow, and for the first time ever, I failed to control my trembling body from feeling the urgent numbness of coy, while trying to remain focused in the moment, rather than drifting within the heated breath of mine.