Vagar…
con el cansancio de mi eterno andar,
tristeza amarga de la soledad
ansias enormes de llegar.
Sabrás…
que por la vida fui buscándote,
que mis ensueños sin querer vencí,
que en algún cruce los dejé.
Mi andar apresuré
con la esperanza de encontrarte a ti,
largos caminos hilvané
leguas y leguas recorrí.
Después que entre tus brazos
pueda descansar,
si lo prefieres volveré a marchar
por mi camino de ayer…
I havn't poured over tango blogs and critiques in sometime, but as I remember what it was like to discover the dance for the first time, so do I remember what it is like to be so thoroughly entertained by the observations of the people that dance this dance. Not the teachers or world renowned maestros, but the common people that I am more likely to get a dance with somewhere, sometime in the world.
The ability to embellish, to express, to connect. A good embrace is like a warm hug, a bed after 18 hours of running around town, early morning gym, day of work, dinner with friends, tango at night. It has the ability to melt away a day of stress like epsom salts to bootcamp aches.
It's finding yourself again amidst the bustle of senior year job hunts and slightly jaded life strains. It's the heartbreak of saying goodbyes to people and places. It's a chance to reconnect.
And ohhhh, the lyrics. The beautiful heartwrenching lyrics that I have no idea I'm dancing to because I don't speak the language. Yet, all you need is the music. That's all you need, to understand the power of emotions, to express your own feelings at that point in time.
con el cansancio de mi eterno andar,
tristeza amarga de la soledad
ansias enormes de llegar.
Sabrás…
que por la vida fui buscándote,
que mis ensueños sin querer vencí,
que en algún cruce los dejé.
Mi andar apresuré
con la esperanza de encontrarte a ti,
largos caminos hilvané
leguas y leguas recorrí.
Después que entre tus brazos
pueda descansar,
si lo prefieres volveré a marchar
por mi camino de ayer…
I havn't poured over tango blogs and critiques in sometime, but as I remember what it was like to discover the dance for the first time, so do I remember what it is like to be so thoroughly entertained by the observations of the people that dance this dance. Not the teachers or world renowned maestros, but the common people that I am more likely to get a dance with somewhere, sometime in the world.
The ability to embellish, to express, to connect. A good embrace is like a warm hug, a bed after 18 hours of running around town, early morning gym, day of work, dinner with friends, tango at night. It has the ability to melt away a day of stress like epsom salts to bootcamp aches.
It's finding yourself again amidst the bustle of senior year job hunts and slightly jaded life strains. It's the heartbreak of saying goodbyes to people and places. It's a chance to reconnect.
And ohhhh, the lyrics. The beautiful heartwrenching lyrics that I have no idea I'm dancing to because I don't speak the language. Yet, all you need is the music. That's all you need, to understand the power of emotions, to express your own feelings at that point in time.
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