Of the contained

Of the contained

The music rings in my ears. The petition of the bandonéon calls for bleeding hearts. Around, many people sits, talks, and exchange with one another the commons of everydayness. Life goes on and the milonga is just another milonga for most of those present here. But on the dance-floor two people stand there, in a dark corner. They fight.  They fight against everydayness; against their faith; against themselves. They understood the Bandonéon and answered its call. Their hearts bleed at the same rate as the one of the bandonéonist. Their abrazo is not the one you normally have. This time, their skins feels the music and every single change of pressure goes straight in their soul. Their steps are not steps, but words. Suddenly, their tango is not anymore about themselves but about answering to the call of life. Suddenly their tango expresses the perfectness of the world; the symbiosis of two souls with beauty; the understanding that in our essence, we can win over death and chaos; That by listening to the other, by taking time, by letting the other one be, we can overcome every barrier and reach peace.

Around them, slowly, people becomes aware of the two dancer's effort. No one stops its activities, but everybody keep focus and encourage them silently. The pure beauty they create, all of them understands. Their tango reassures; gives hope. Even though no one else knows what goes through their minds, experience dancers understand and beginners are fascinated. Their dance is not about passion, but about Love. It is about the love we all carry to Humanity, beauty and life. It is about the contained, not about the container. It is about us...

Den haag, the 25th of October 2008

Maël Gormand