after midnight…

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isabella close up with steve yee el almacen 2012

It’s past three a.m. at the Sunday night milonga (dance) during the Midwest Tango Festival held in Indianapolis for the first time this year.

Sitting close to the steamed up windows and feeling cold, exhausted from dancing tango all weekend and Dj’ing the Sunday late afternoon practica earlier, an intrepid ‘lead’ stands close by.

She skillfully looks at me with her mirada (look) and then cabeceo’s (nods at) me and I pretend that perhaps she is looking at the non-existent person sitting on the chair behind me.  Both of us laugh, embrace, and quickly become one within the romantic Golden Age music that is enveloping us.

We are profoundly drawn into the fabric of the vocal line and accompaniment.  As soon as the first song of the tanda (grouping) ends we look at each other with wonderment, surprise and deep emotion.

When two people connect so deeply, chest to chest, and breathe in unison with each other and the music, our bodies fuse together to become a kind of musical instrument and float away into another realm.

Only to come back to earth at the end of the tanda.

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