apenas floreció tu amor,
perfume de ilusión dejaste en mi pesar,
recuerdo de una noche y nada más.
Mi ensueño se quedó en la dicha
y nunca te diré adiós,
un beso de pasión, partiste sin amar
y el claro de tu ausencia tan mortal.
Cuando te veo pasar indiferente de amor,
la risa es pobre disfraz de mi tristeza,
después te alejas y ya mi pensamiento
revive tus palabras y la noche del encuentro.
Dijiste "siempre serás para mi vida el amor",
palabras de tu emoción que ya murieron.
Flor de un día, tu perfume,
siempre embriaga a mi corazón.
Y todo no fue más que un beso,
encanto que plasmó mi amor.
Después al despertar, la vida sin color
es mezcla de dulzura y de dolor.
En vano llamaré tu nombre
ya nunca escucharé tu voz
distancia de los dos, camino sin final,
y el sueño que no espeja en tu mirar.
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flourished just your love,
illusion perfume left on my sorrow,
I remember one night and nothing else.
My dream was left in this
and you never say goodbye,
a kiss of passion, you left without loving
and clear of your absence so deadly.
When I see you passing indifferent love,
laughter is poor disguise my sadness,
and then you go away and my thoughts
words and relive your night meeting.
You said "you'll always be my life for love"
words of your emotion and died.
Flower of a day, your perfume
always intoxicates my heart.
And it was just a kiss,
charm that shaped my love.
After waking, the colorless life
is mixture of sweetness and pain.
In vain I call your name
I'll never hear your voice
distance of the two dead end,
sleep and not mirrored in your eyes.
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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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