Corazon. Tangos speak often of the heart. Usually about how it's broken, pained, sad, lonely.
And yet when we dance, our hearts are as close as they can be. Sometimes we can feel the beat of each other's. Each has its own rhythm. Above and beyond (or maybe below and beneath) the compás of the music. Between the rise and fall of the breathing. Personal, but shared.
There are moments, at the top of the music, at the height of a breath, when it feels like your heart may just burst before it beats again. And then it beats again, and a bandoneon sucks the air out of you, and you take a step.
The human heart has four chambers.
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