Being one web
When happiness isn’t a dream but a feeling of two heartbeats as one,
When all the colors are melted in a very intense moment of balck and white tenderness,
When man and woman merge in a mythological creature beyond differences, beyond emotions,
When souls are deeply moved and can even, dance gracefully, fullbodied, be as care free as light hearted
Then, the state of beauty in tango is absolute, self contained and cannot be attained through activities of the intellect. Only so will it lie on directness and sincerity,
In a chimaera, born of dream and humanity.