Borrowing the words from Doble Ocho festival leaflet:
“First tango night. I am in his arms and my senses are slowly retreating from the world. At last I cease to hear anything: I do not hear the music because the music is now within me, within us, in the moving connection of our bodies. I do not see him – he is too close; I see nothing and because I do not need them anymore, I close my eyes. We are dancing like two blind creatures. At first, I feel the skin of his neck, the nakedness of his foot, his hand gliding on my back, but these sensations disappear, gradually. The separation between us becomes irrelevant, as the separation between the mouth and the nose, or between the breast and the chest – and are thus increasingly difficult to perceive. I am sinking into myself, now it is a different self, entirely surrounded by his self, tenderly separating me from the rest of the universe. There is only one event within my new self: the dancing.”
I am there completely with dreams and passion. The technique will follow.
