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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After the countless videos, watching the performances by passing Tango teachers, performances by stage Tango dancers, sitting and absorbing Milongas, the one couple that sticks in my mind has to be T and his fiance who met through Tango in Argentina. Their seamless blending, the fact that she didn't even need to be wearing shoes and their swapping of roles. Even though I was exposed to this early on the clueless beginnings of Tango, you could already appreciate the intimacy between the two. In hindsight after a bit more experience, it becomes even clearer that, that would be the ultimate Tango experience. It's like staring at something without the tools to understand it, then later when you come back with the tools in hand, it hits you, "ah hah!" that's what it is! It's like being told, "this will be useful in life later, trust me", and staring at math sets that have no correlation with your life, until later when you're facing a job assessme...
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