Thursday 6 December 2012

...llevando mi ansiedad de amar...

I know some people who get anxious.

Frightened before a milonga.  That they won't be invited to dance.  That they'll be turned down cruelly by anyone they invite to dance.  That they'll be laughed at for their incompetence or dismissed for their ordinariness.  They think of themselves as invisible.  Nobody that anybody would seek out.

I find that these people are very often the best dancers.  The most compassionate, passionate, exciting, surprising dancers.

I wish they could know how good they were.

But probably, changing that, would change them.  A paradox of confidence.

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