Thank you so much for sharing this. Your words carry a quiet, profound truth—the kind that only comes from someone who has danced long enough, lived long enough, and loved tango deeply enough to see its seasons change.
What you wrote resonates with me in a very personal way. I also used to dance every day—ten, sometimes fifteen years ago—milongas from beginning to end, losing myself in tandas like they were chapters of a story I never wanted to end. Now, with heart issues, I hardly dance once a week. Sometimes the sadness comes in waves, especially when I feel the body say “not today” even though the soul is begging for music. But I’ve come to accept it. Not in resignation, but in a way that feels like gratitude. Looking back, I carry no regret. This—these few steps, these walks forward and back, these ochos, these cortados—this is what remains, and I love it immensely. Basics, yes, but full of meaning.
Your dinner gathering with those six tangueras touched me. It felt like a small window into the future—what aging in tango might look like—its losses, yes, but its fierce, stubborn beauty too.
Your stories about them were a mirror to something I’ve quietly observed:
Tango doesn’t leave people. People find new ways to remain inside it or connected to it.
Thank you for sharing.
I need to poll the women at your milongas!!
