Roque takes me to dance at Gricel as usual
But I'm feeling so weak!
Though I've danced a few times
After my second operation on my poor leg last year
My body still feels fantastically out of shape!
I want to cry feeling the aches in the body
I cry when gripped by the sadness of the memory.
I was one of the tens of thousands of Chinese kids
Chosen to be trained for the Olympics.
For a large part of my childhood life
I swam and swam and swam like a wind-up fish
It was the most enduring thing for a child like me.
However, there was a blessing in disguise
Through swimming I acquired an excellent balance
An agile body and superb health
With the love of music in my heart
Come dancing it felt so right at ease.
Until that fall
Nasty nasty but inevitable fall
Off a ladder which lost its footing
And my leg just broke into two!
It couldn't be a worse time!
Just when I went fresh back to London
After a blissful three months spent in Buenos Aires
Injected daily with a morphine called tango.
Dance dance dance
I was wind-up to dance
Like I was always going to
Until heaven grows old and the earth desolates.
I know I fell because you left
So young and kind and endearing
With no warnings, no farewells, no nothing.
Lying helplessly in a hospital bed
Gazing at my plastered leg raised high in the air
I started to learn
That there are things in life
that are just not for us to understand.
Like the love of tango
Like the death of a child.
It has been the most painful two years in my life
However compensated by thousands of tango sung through my stereo
Thousands of dancing clips admired on the video.
And now
All healed like new
I'm back in Buenos Aires.
With a body no longer its older self
But a heart more intuned with tango.
