When we live with poetry, we risk our heart, our feelings, our peace. We risk our mind, our skin, our bones.
Buenos Aires © Pablo Corral Vega
[A tango is] a nostalgia transfigured by an embrace, that finds harbor in the dialogue of bodies, the music and lyrics of the tango are pure nostalgia, but the dance itself is all sensuality, presence, exchange. Redemption.
Nostalgia and sensuality need one another and nourish one another. It’s a virtuous circle: to overcome nostalgia one must declare the triumph of the senses, assert the concrete importance of here and now. And afterward; the senses - when one is fully alive - become the source of nostalgia.
“…Mariana, his dancing partner, leaned against him, held up by nothing more than Gavito’s forehead and the tips of her own toes. It was an act of absolute surrender. The slightest error would have brought both of them tumbling to the floor. That photograph has become, for me, the absolute definition of eros, I surrender to you with absolute certainty, you are my balance.
"The most revealing definition of tango comes from the old men of the night: tango is embrace. More than music, more than the poetry of the old-time language of lunfardo, more than the constant flirting and the overwhelming presence of the senses, it is the embrace that expresses our humanity - more than any other thing we do. When we embrace one another we rescue one another from abandonment, we identify ourselves as members of our own species. An embrace is a powerful, alchemical tool: it turns sadness into sweet. We are the species that embraces, that takes in, that touches, that swathes, that protects. The tango turns an embrace into human poetry.”
-Pablo Corral Vega