Marie Zanotti. Poet and Dancer. Photographed at Quais de Seine Milonga, Paris,
I began dancing tango as a pastime at the university. But then it became a way of living, a way to exist. If I don’t move with another body and with my body, I am no longer alive. Tango makes me sad and happy at the same time – but more sad than happy. I can cry without crying when I dance. I have many tears inside me. So I need to dance. It is like dancing on the river of death.