The magic of embrace
August 19th, 2010
We danced two tandas in a row. Second night of the festival. First time ever.
In between the songs, We remained embraced. Magnetically.
The frantic circus of festival milonga disappeared. Magically.
The only awareness I had was the softness of her embrace, as if I were in the cotton field.
…
She is now gone for a tango tour in other countries.
Several days after…
The warmth of her embrace, however, is still lingering in my dreams.
