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Tango Babe: May 2006
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A celebration of all that is tango. Wednesday, May 31, 2006. The Muse of Graceful Loss. El Suave was in love that night, wonderfully, spectacularly drunk on the fullness of his heart. But she belonged. And El Suave would never have her. Her heels were needles lightly punching the floor, and every beat was a tear in his skin. Charlo's. Leaked out of the stereo. Pero yo sé que hay que olvidar. Y olvido sin protestar. I know that I must forget, and forget without protest . Heart knew who loved her.'. And th...
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Tango Babe: April 2006
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A celebration of all that is tango. Sunday, April 30, 2006. My arms started the spiral that flowed. To my waist and down, down my legs, finally turning my feet. The hard soles of the red shoes make it one liquid, perfect movement, a movement where time and thought hold their breath. After the sighing stop, I drop my arms, and I am grateful to be in this body and to have this gift. This hatred has drawn scratches on her soul, and she bleeds one drop at a time. Posted by Tango Babe. Saturday, April 29, 2006.
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Tango Babe: Riffs in the Key of Tango
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A celebration of all that is tango. Thursday, February 08, 2007. Riffs in the Key of Tango. The bounce from the flute of. Echoes the rough sweetness of so many nights in Buenos Aires where La Culebra smokes her thin cigars, the ones that show off her hands. Plays brightly, but still La Culebra watches, and her tiny white teeth touch the end of the skinny cigar - and bite. Her satin dress shows curves, yet no one asks her to dance. Posted by Tango Babe. Bonjour, tangobabe.blogspot.com! Url=http:/ cialisse...
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Tango Babe: July 2006
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A celebration of all that is tango. Monday, July 17, 2006. The Tectonics of Lightning. When the rains come, we are soaked, but the urgent sounds of. Float off the porch through the drops, and we laugh at ourselves. We have no shoes, and the sand lets us pivot effortlessly. Our bodies become slick against each other, and the thunder makes the very air shake. They are crazy,' says La Porteña. 'They are floating between two metal jetties.'. And as the quick step of the milonga. Mi vida está en la milonga.
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Tango Babe: The Dance of One Is None
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A celebration of all that is tango. Tuesday, September 05, 2006. The Dance of One Is None. La Luna is demanding. 'The. Are for the daring.' But on this day the balance between partners falters. La Luna, a world-class dancer, is patient, kind, encouraging - unrelenting. El Flaco arrives to the lesson as it is ending, and he is impatient. He expects the floor to clear for the milonga that will be this night. He cannot control his eyes, and they roll to the ceiling. The tango is not steps; it is trust.
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Tango Babe: Hearing of the Heart
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A celebration of all that is tango. Sunday, December 13, 2009. Hearing of the Heart. La Oreja takes my hands and gives them a tug so light I barely notice. The lightly tripping guitar of Espejo de mi vida. Trips from the stereo, and I am straining to see if Dark Eyes has come this time, and I have little patience for what takes me away. I say, and she has my full attention. She does not like Dark Eyes. La Oreja makes a fist and puts the thumb side by her temple. She spirals the fist rapidly outward.
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Tango Babe: The Sidewalk Memory of Cumparsita
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A celebration of all that is tango. Wednesday, August 09, 2006. The Sidewalk Memory of Cumparsita. It is late in this night of remembrance, and Dark Eyes commands the stereo. Only a few couples still dance in this early morning of tango, and their tastes delightedly devolve into the scratchy wavering of the Vieja cumparsita. At the first notes, someone laughs at the abundant familiarity of the song. He sighs. 'Sometimes I am compelled to play this song.'. Posted by Tango Babe. The Mirror of Sway.
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Tango Babe: February 2007
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A celebration of all that is tango. Thursday, February 08, 2007. Riffs in the Key of Tango. The bounce from the flute of. Echoes the rough sweetness of so many nights in Buenos Aires where La Culebra smokes her thin cigars, the ones that show off her hands. Plays brightly, but still La Culebra watches, and her tiny white teeth touch the end of the skinny cigar - and bite. Her satin dress shows curves, yet no one asks her to dance. Posted by Tango Babe. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Riffs in the Key of Tango.
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Tango Babe: December 2009
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A celebration of all that is tango. Sunday, December 13, 2009. Hearing of the Heart. La Oreja takes my hands and gives them a tug so light I barely notice. The lightly tripping guitar of Espejo de mi vida. Trips from the stereo, and I am straining to see if Dark Eyes has come this time, and I have little patience for what takes me away. I say, and she has my full attention. She does not like Dark Eyes. La Oreja makes a fist and puts the thumb side by her temple. She spirals the fist rapidly outward.
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Tango Babe: June 2006
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A celebration of all that is tango. Friday, June 30, 2006. The Mid-Game of Tango. The aggression of the white side in chess,' El Generoso is saying, 'is balanced by the patience of the black side.'. He leads me in a quick forward ocho. That he adorns with a rapid kick and a tiny sacada. As Mony Lopez' Alaridos en silencio. Accelerates into its own divisions into extremes. La migaja y el banquete. La quietud y el huracán. Soy un hueco en pleno cielo. Soy el sueño y el desvelo. Soy el hambre y soy el pan.
