It’s snowing outside.
A city of white, a blanket of silence.
Walking into the spacious indoor, taking off my heavy coat and the thick furry hat,
removing the soft long scarf,
And the winter gloves that could withstand a minus 30 degrees Celsius temperature,
(gloves are specially made from Taiwan…) I take off each layer with care and deliberation.
What is left on me, is my dancing gown, thin as a feather, but I don’t even feel a tinge of coldness.
Of course I am not cold. Because my passion is like fire!
When the tango music begins, it is the firewood that makes this passion burning.
Tango – a charming land.
Millions of beautiful possibilities, it is almost like walking on clouds in heaven, and at the same time an indescribable deepness.
One dance, makes me forget the outside snowy scene of a different land,
makes me forget about the hectic tiredness and worries.
Full of clarity and flowing energy, walking the beautiful steps, bravely moving forward to experience the romance of tonight.
Challenge myself – breakthrough upon breakthrough, no matter how tired I might be.
Just landed from a long distance flight, passing through countless time zones,
close to 30 hours of journey,
but it was only yesterday that I was on the other side of the planet.
The distance is indeed huge,
hard to imagine what is like now, at the other side of the world!
I, am from Taiwan.
Looking at every foreign and yet familiar faces.
Ah! My fellow tango lovers!
I am so happy, to meet you here!
You are my life-time friend!
The air of tango is not necessary fragrant, but it is captivating.
The colors of tango is not necessary bright hot, but it is fully satisfying.
The emotion of tango is not necessary sweet, but makes one could not forget about it.
The embrace of tango, let you embrace life, with the sincerest heart.
Ask someone, who has never been to heaven, what is his feeling?
Of course it is a mystery.
Until you visited it, experienced it, then you and I both know this feeling –without even saying a word.
Because you have tasted heaven.
It’s beauty, is unique.
It’s persistence, is steel that is covered with softness.
Look at yourself, and feel this space,
What you see, is what you see.
What you feel, it is all real.
The spirit of the dance, is not difficult to capture on a black and white picture,
it seems so clear, and yet also unclear.
It is just what you see, Tango,
Cannot be seen through, cannot be understood, but only the person himself knows in his heart.
Actually it is not mysterious.
That charm, breathing and coming alive through the rhythm,
The beauty of Tango, is forever found at the clouds of heaven.
A Short Note
Northern European Tour