I Tango Alone ...

Even though I have never really at any time wished I were somebody else, not even when I was a child or teenager like many others who often say they do, I did, just for a moment, when I saw this press photo. The way she is almost like being suspended in mid air, but still maintaining her graceful pose. And he, what a gorgeous man, so seemingly effortlessly supporting her, with nothing more than just his hands and shoulder. How I wish at this very moment that I was that lady, without a care in the world dancing the tango with a handsome guy!
 
During the years when I travelled quite a lot on modelling assignments, or for pleasure in between jobs, I had planned to go to Argentina one day, find a well established dancing school and the very best tango maestro, like the Argentinean veteran Carlos Godoy "King of the Tango", or the living legend like Anibal Arias, or Osvaldo Montes, to seriously learn to do the tango as it should be done, not the versions imitated elsewhere, which I do well, "elsewhere" !! That plan, like several others I felt great passion about, likewise didn't materialize.

My Life has taken many very unpredictable twists and turns, but the disappointments were often compensated by other unexpected achievements or emotional rewards. I guess all balances out in one's life time, despite a few surprises, some great, others not so pleasant, but all added to enriching knowledge and experience.

I can't help wondering though, supposing I defy destiny, throw caution to the wind, leave everything behind, just go and make at least one of my dreams come true? Dancing the tango in Argentina can't be all that hard to do, can it?

But that part of the dream forms only the prelude of it leading to materializing and fulfilling of a bigger dream, which remains a huge question mark and a challenge.

Tags:Tango,Dream,Life