The Most Powerful Thing in All of Tango
I remember it like it was yesterday. We were dancing. The connection was divine. Music was like pulse in our bodies, part of us. It was one of the best dances I’ve ever had. It was so good that I had to sit down and “breathe” a bit afterwards. I was almost moved to tears, and thanked tango gods for sending him my way. What was so special about that dance, you’d ask? What did he do? And I’ll say, “nothing”. Absolutely and literary NOTHING. The dance had moments when he didn’t
