TangoSpam - Sexy Blog About Tango

Filed in archive Latin Blogs on February 27, 2007

I've just found this blog and I had to share it with you. It's a gem! I've immediately falled in love with TangoSpam: La Vida Con Deby. In her own words:

"The not so secret life of an American woman in Buenos Aires. In 2004 I sold everything I owned to move to Buenos Aires Argentina. I went from being a high powered computer geek to a tango dancing bed and breakfast owner and English teacher."

Her articles about tango are filled with the sensuality and the passion of the dance. Here's a little excerpt of one of them, Regresa el baile:

"I meet him on the floor. We smile. "Buenas noches" I say to him. He smiles again and takes me in his embrace. He is the perfect height for me. I melt into his arms. It has been a long time since I felt this way.

Off we go. The passion that he exudes is wonderful. His giros are perfect. I close my eyes and take off. I can do all my old footwork. I can turn like before. I do my giro that made my former partner fall in love with me. After the accident I thought I would never be able to turn like this again. More exciting is that I have no pain.

The first song ends. We are facing each other. "Sos extranjera?" he asks me. (You are a foreigner) I nod my head. I can't think of a word to say. I know this is hard to believe, but it is true. All I can do is to look at him. The next song starts. As he turns me I wonder if I dare to add a wide circular adornment..my body responds to do so.

I realize through the last two songs I am no longer here. I am on another level somewhere else. I am soaring. I realize for the first time since the accident that I can still dance, and better than before. Each turn, each movement of my foot. I am able to transmit the music to this wonderful man and receive it back from him.

Somewhere in the middle of the third song my bitchy side wishes my former partner were here to see me dance like this. When this song ends I ask this man what his name is. I am so blown away by his dancing - our dancing I do not hear him. I tell him I have never seen him before. He tells me that he has seen me. I ask him where. He just smiles. I ask him where he goes to dance. He does not respond. The last song starts."

So sexy, isn't it? Go there and read the full post! After that, you can enjoy the rest of the blog, it's amazing. I specially liked The Last Respect, a post about how US citizens act when they are the immigrants. Very interesting - and, may I say, very honest.

Check it out.