Tango is not just a fascinating dance—it is a rich philosophy, culture, and way of life. The search of tango is the search of connection, love, fellowship, unity, harmony, and beauty—an idealism that is not consistent with the dehumanizing reality of the modern world. The world divides us into individuals, but tango brings us together as a team. In tango we are not individualists, feminists, nationalists, Democrats, or Republicans—we are simply human, intertwined and interdependent. Tango invites us to tear down walls, build bridges, and rediscover our shared humanity through connection, cooperation, accommodation, and compromise. It is a dance that reminds the world how to love.



March 15, 2010

A Cabeceo Story


I didn’t know her name. She looked to be in her mid-thirties, sitting with a friend who seemed about the same age. They were across the room, in the women’s section, chatting and not dancing. I got the impression they hadn't come to dance, but rather to spend time together and watch others dance tango. In Buenos Aires, that’s not unusual.

Now and then, she glanced in my direction. But it wasn’t the look of someone asking for a dance; it felt more like a casual stare. I ignored her and scanned the room for other potential partners. Occasionally, her friend went to dance, but she remained seated, watching. When her friend returned, they resumed their conversation.

I danced a lot that night. And every time I sat down again, there they were — still talking, and she was still looking my way. I continued to ignore her, assuming she wasn't interested, or perhaps couldn't even dance. Instead, I kept my eyes on her friend, whose dancing impressed me. She must have noticed. Once, I caught her whispering something to her friend while sneaking a glance at me. Her friend gave me a quick, uninterested look and turned away. Yet, the woman herself continued gazing at me.

At that moment, it suddenly dawned on me: maybe she was trying to dance with me.

Perhaps she wasn’t a strong dancer — but after so many glances, and after such quiet persistence, I felt compelled to respond. I nodded. She nodded back. Just to be certain, I looked around to see if anyone else was interacting with her, but the connection was ours alone.

I rose and crossed the floor toward her. She watched me the entire way, calm and unwavering. Patient. Brave. Confident. Persistent. These words ran through my mind as I reached her table. That night, I learned something new about cabeceo — about the quiet courage it sometimes carries.

I had misjudged her. She was an extraordinary dancer, better even than her friend. Her elegant and stylish footwork revealed a mastery that could only come from years of training. In fact, only a professional could display such control, elegance, and precision.

During our brief conversation, she told me she was a stage dancer. Curious, I asked, "This isn’t your style. Why do you come here to dance?" She paused, thoughtful, then answered softly, "There are too many young dancers on stage now. I can’t compete with them anymore. I’m getting old."