I went on a date with an Argentinian tango dancer on Friday night and she wrote a poem about it ๐ #plebchain
โจ Una noche en Charleston โจ
Fluir con alguien tiene ese no sรฉ quรฉ.
After some smiles with swing dance at Redeemers,
we got lost in downtown Charleston with my dancer friend โStepโ โ
and with that name, we just couldnโt stop walking,
un paso at a time, discovering surprises along the way.
Very conscious of the time inside every step,
we just let it roll.
Photos on South of Broad,
a new hat for me in front of the market,
so I could match him ,
pizza at a very Italian place (but New York style)โฆwith a Stefano team sign and the Sicilian Trinacria flag
Even just looking for a restroom,
we ended up dancing one song to live music.
A lady congratulated us โ
I believe somehow we were sparkling โจ something.
And then someone yelled โGet it boy!โ (or something like thatโฆ)
while we were soaking in art
in front of a beautiful gallery.
I still donโt know whyโฆ
but we laughed.
The night was pure fun.
The scenery helped โ
Philadelphia Alley was a plus,
flowers on the faรงades like gifts for the eyes,
cobblestones beneath our steps,
car collectors framing the streets
like a movie set.
And like tango,
we matched our steps and ritmo along the journey โ
a question left in the air:
how to express this night โ in one song, one dance, or maybe a tanda?
Charleston,
you gave us a stage,
and we danced it.
