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The moment she embraced me. There was this indescribable sensation, rose from my chest, all the way to the top of my head, and came back down to my cheeks. My right cheeks was in touch with hers. My eyes were burning… something was about to come out from those eye sockets. I was startled. We were in this Embrace workshop. The light was bright in the room…

That was the first time I was overwhelmed by my own feelings. You had an or.. well tangasm! An wise friend told me later when I described my experience to her. ah…. now I understood why some women wept uncontrollably after …

But I was not attracted to her, even though she was very young and pretty. Judging from the color of her wrist band distributed by the festival, she had only danced less than two years, an intermediate, if you will. The maestros corrected her a few times during the class. But each time when the change of partner came, we looked for each other.

I had danced with hundreds of women from various backgrounds, origins and cultures. Good dancers I always remembered. Yet very few times I had experienced embraces that provoked so much emotion, even more rarely, from the moment she embraced me. And every such moment was so rare and precious that I remembered the very detail of each moment, even years after.

When I was dancing pretty well (or so fellow dancers told me) a few years ago, I often paid attention to what women raved about other tangueros.

Embrace! Unanimously.

His embrace felt like a giant pillow… like fluffy cloud…makes me feel like a flower, want to open up… I was incitingly jealous of those men.

What is the secret of embrace?!

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The first song came to an end. She was still here,  without any signal of breaking away. So we remained embraced, standing in the floor, breathing… Dancers were chatting nearby, some inches away. The noise sounded yet so far away.

We were in another zone, whichever space in the floor that we occupied at that moment.

The second song started. I forgot how to lead. I didn’t even want to move. I felt her nose, her eyelids, the contour of her face, the proximity of her lips, the moist warmth of her breathes…

The music stopped, again.  Our bodies were still glued together. I relaxed and readjusted my right arm, she her left. We let some air in between our chests. The cool air contrasted the warmth of the bodies, made me feel that her body was burning. Like magnets, we closed our embrace. The next song began.

Somehow (the instinct of a dj?), I realized that this was the last song. A twitch of sadness grew from nowhere, as if someone whom I have known for very very long were leaving, a part of my heart was leaving too. The feeling of void.  I had tried very hard to hold back, but something was coming down on my cheek. I couldn’t tell if it was bead of sweat…And I had never met her before… until 15 minutes ago.

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don’t just listen. Sing along. It is a duet!

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I rarely watch tango performances. I love watching maestro(a)s dancing in the milongas though. Sometimes one could be surprised how different they dance in demo and in the milonga. Had seen Cecilia Garcia dancing in the milonga with Pablo Villarraza at Chicago Tango festival, I was inspired to take a private lesson with her when I had the chance. That lesson was a part of the turning point for my dancing.

Here is a great couple, whose performances have been often breathtaking, danced in the milonga (probably warming up for the performance). And it is inspiring to watch.

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Standing leg dances to the beat, free leg dances to the melody.

and a reminder: dance with the chest.

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