Tango will be the death of me "When you dance, your purpose is not to get to a certain place on the floor. It’s to enjoy each step along the way." ~Wayne Dyer (with thanks to Selma) Dance, dance. It takes two to tango. And if it doesn’t you don’t and you know. I tell amore how excited I was when a free tango lesson awaited after a tango concert once in my previous life. For that I walked all day in the city with my ex in my tight shoes with a strap as I’ve seen in movies. Sally Potter directed a movie about her real romance with her tango teacher. She played herself, but also he played himself, even though they were through. Imagine that. And yet even though he knew how much I wanted it, he refused. He would not be made to look like a fool for not learning to tango in one lesson. Na-ah. And as I’m telling this to amore, I don’t need to ask. I can see his stance on it clearly written all over his face. It takes two to tango. And if it doesn’t you know and you don’t. Yo, la tango. No, I don’t.
In photos several occasions when there was dancing going on in Slovenia. I guess I miss it.
In response to Patrick Jennings’ Pic and a Word Challenge #285: Dance
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