“Yo se de tu Tristeza” and “Viejo Amor”…
These were the titles on two pieces of sheet music from the 20’s that I picked up in San Telmo.
I came back inspired to dance. Little did I know that these seemingly innocuous words were to foreshadow events in my own life.
I met Henry while taking tango classes with a friend. He was the instructor…smooth on his feet.
At times we could become one while dancing. My thoughts suspended as I glided. I moved, feeling only with my heart and his gentle touch.
We became a couple. We talked of marriage, children, buying a house.
But I could never let up my guard completely when we were off of the dance floor.
You see, Henry was smooth with words, too. He could dance around the truth.
Henry is now indeed an “old love”. As my greatest teacher so far, he taught me that “knowing MY sadness” is a path to knowing my joy.
The tango is calling me again.
Carla
