It seems maudlin, to write a post like this. A real tanguero – something I aspire to, but am not at this writing – can toss this off like a zen calliographer can toss off a scroll of Confucian couplets that can hang in a museum. But …
I wound up sharing a taxi to Viruta´s, and spent about a half hour looking for my one set, after which I left, consciously deciding to make this my happy and last tango memory here. I took my time, and fudged a bit with the abrazo for the molinetas, and stuck with the basic figures, and moved around her as well as with her. The lady would not have my request to open the embrace (per favor…abeurto abrazo?) (in fact, I think some do not know how to tango open embrace.) And all was well. None of the angst in the last post at all.
Quiet and calm lady
Tango is truly a pause
A respite from my life
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