It started with a tango!

It started with a tango

Two people that knew each other for a long time. Nothing ever happened, no one ever smiled..or smile back. No one was talking no one was laughing. No one. But one night a tango broke the ice. A simple but complex dance made them smile..and smile back. Made them talk and laugh for the whole night. Made them understand each others dreams and failures and oh yes! The freedom of that was just amazing! Two people dancing, joking and smiling, two restless souls in the dance of freedom and harmony. Then everything ended. Is it the fact that they still didn’t know each other well? Is it the others around them? I do not know what it is, but regardless of the situation, they still continued to meet. Once in a while, it appears that faith, brought them back together. And it simply continued this way… but different. Better. Lighter. On one hand, wonderful but on the other hand dreadful. They were perfect. They were He and She. But all fairytales actually end up to be just tales…without fairies. They could not be. So this ended again. Still though… faith didn’t care at all. Both were doing separate things. Both had different interestes but it appears that They really were meant to see each other, for just one night, one bloody night, that would change everything, better and in the same time worse. Better because when they met, time stood in place and everything else dissapeared. Worse because the night was ending, and each of them had to go back to beeing a lonely individual…with dreams and aspiration to share…with no one. It started with a tango.. and they continue the dance. It might appear to be akward, but in fact, it is completely outstanding. Perfect. Like Fibonaci’s numbers, they complete each other, they dance the night away, in the spiral of life, love, freedom. In the spiral of perfect human relationships and affairs. In the spirit of taking and receiving only the good sides, the ones that make a heart beat faster and faster, not the ones that stop the heart and make it simply..bleed. Perfection doesn’t exist. But perfect intents do. It started with a tango. And the dance is on.