| Anoche de nuevo te vieron mis ojos, anoche de nuevo te tuve a mi lao. Pa'que te habré visto, si después de todo fuimos dos extraños mirando el pasao... Ni vos sos la misma, ni yo soy el mismo, los años, la vida, quién sabe lo qué... De una vez por todas mejor la franqueza: yo y vos no podemos volver al ayer! | Last night I really laid my eyes on you again, last night again I had you right here at my side. What did I see you for if we're only, in the end, a pair of strangers looking back on other times? You're not the girl you were, I'm not the same young man: the years, the lives, who knows what anyone can say... Once and for all it's better to put the matter frankly: you and I can never go back to yesterday. | |
| Paciencia... la vida es así. Quisimos juntarnos por puro egoísmo y el mismo egoísmo nos muestra distintos, para qué fingir... Paciencia... la vida es así. Ninguno es culpable, si es que hay una culpa. Por eso la mano que te di en silencio no tembló al partir! | Have patience... it's how it has to be. We wanted a reunion to satisfy ourselves, but our very selves themselves showed up as something else, what good is make-believe... Have patience... it's how it has to be. No one's in the wrong here, if anything's to blame. That's why the hand I offered in silence didn't tremble when it was time to leave! | |
| Haremos de cuenta que todo fue un sueño, que fue una mentira habernos buscao, así buenamente nos queda el consuelo de seguir creyendo que no hemos cambiao... Yo tengo un retrato de aquellos veinte años cuendo eras del barrio el sol familiar; quiero verte siempre linda como entonces: lo que pasó anoche fue un sueño no más! | We have to come to terms with the dream it all has been, with the folly that it was to search each other's face, and happily be rid of the wishful consolation it is to keep believing that nothing ever changed. I hold on to a picture of us at twenty years, when you were the only person in the neighborhood for me; I want to see you always the darling that you were— whatever happened last night was nothing but a dream! |
Well well well, here we come again to the end of another Tango year in 2019. Granted, this year was a lot more muted for me, just one Tango Prelims Championship, one Fame Tango Weekend extravaganza, one Tango marathon (shit, just one?!). This years tango centered very much around home, no crazy travels (thanks to change in job), no multi-country tango events (thanks to no budget + no time), a smattering of lessons. But internally, centeredness, duende. Next year, Taipei Tango Weekend, Singapore Tango Marathon + Lisbon for food, travels and Tango. Where is my tango this year? 10 years since that fateful day running to Michigan Union in shorts and t-shirt with flipflops, hair wet from a swim on a balmy end of September day, 3 to 4 weeks into the new semester. Not knowing this would kickstart one of my greatest passions in this life. The one that brings me into the world of friendships, arguments, travels and meetings. All sorts of people, friends, acquaintances, annoyances. The ...
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