Tango
In tango people get to know each other through an embrace.
(Miguel Ángel Zotto)
According to the dates of a secret calendar, passionate tangueros come together in the evening to re-populate Piazza Affari, otherwise a desert square. If during the day it is pinstripes and blue jackets to start the show of business, at sunset, by surprise, shy madams and ladies in the company of partners in warm jackets meet under the arcades smiling at each other. A stereo of fortune, like those found in metro stations, fill the air spreading Argentinian seeds and the sweet melodies of tango music. Jackets are left in a corner and women wear dizzy heels, troops melt and what is the only possible tango lights up. Watching this scene over and over from outside, it is possible to see that during the most crowded evenings enthusiasm becomes thick as the smoke of a cigar. Always in extraordinary harmony, never a wrong step, shoulders never colliding, and above all never any intrusive chattering. One's self has no more meaning without another one's self, people become perfect again with two heads, four arms and four legs: the gods who divided us for envy are defeated. Luckily there are these people who give life again to a place which was no longer considered by most of the people. Dancing tango at night might not be a revolution, but it is a beautiful surprise to come back home and to see that finally the centre of Milan around the Duomo area can be, at times, sweetened by this lovely ceremony. The paving surface becomes hot, scraped by the elegant legs which furrow it. It almost seems that the area of the city centre walls becomes a set and that behind the faces of the buildings there is nothing.
