| One of my most favouritesttttttttt song ever, melody, lyrics, emotion, everything! Como son largas las semanas (How long are the weeks) cuando no estas cerca de mi (when you are not close to me) No se que fuerzas sobrehumanas (I don't know what superhuman strengths) me dan valor lejos de ti (give me courage far away from you. ) Muerta la luz de mi esperanza (The light of my hope having died) Soy como el naufrago en el mar (I am like the shipwrecked in the sea) se que me pierdo en lontananza (I know I get lost in the far horizon) mas no me puedo resignar (but I cannot resign myself) Ah!... que triste es recordar, despues de tanto amar (Oh! how sad it is to remember after having loved so much) esa dicha que paso, flor de una ilusion, (that happiness that went by, flower of an illusion) nuestra pasion se marchito (our passion has withered) Ah!... olvida mi desden (Oh! forget my scorn) retorna, dulce bien (return, my sweet) a nuestro amor (to our love) y volvera a florecer, nuestro querer (and it will bloom again, our wanting) como aquella flor (like that flower) En nuestro cuarto tibio y rosa (In our warm and rose colored room) todo esta igual, como otra vez (everything it's the same as it was) y en cada adorno, en cada cosa (and in each ornament, in each thing) te sigo viendo como ayer (I continue looking at you like I did yesterday) Tu foto sobre la mesita (Your photo on the little table) que es credencial de nuestro amor (is a witness of our love) y aquella hortensia ya marchita (and that already withered hydrangea) que fue el canto de mi dolor (which was the song of my pain) |
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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