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TANGO: THE SHAME OF BEING AND THE PAIN AND NOT ... FIRST COUNCIL FOR OBAMA

I like the tango as much as life. I like the tango as well as an evening with friends. I think the tango more than just a musical trend (if it is valid the name) is a lifestyle. It is a way of standing. Is a form of smoking. Bitching is a form of bad luck. It is a way of looking at a woman on the street.

It's different to walk walk walk in the rhythm of tango. It's different to say that I love you I love the rhythm of tango. It's different to be made the male the male tango rhythm.

Tango lets

look at life with disdain, look over his shoulder, as always knowing you won before you impose challenges.

The tango is music, melody, but more than that is a composition, is poetry. How to explain such verses as: "Mary, the mine, far away, if I were one morning through the streets of goodbye", or "your eyes are dark as oblivion, your lips tight as resentment, your hands are cold two doves , your veins are blood bandoneon. It too, is feeling. Clear, understandable only to those with the puck in the heart that makes you understand the beautiful things without asking too much.

But tango is also interpretation, from Gardel to Gata Varela, through Edmundo Rivero, Susana Rinaldi, Hugo Sosa, Cacho Chestnut or Polaco Goyeneche, my old favorite, unique, harsh, direct. The great "throat with sand."

If you stop to analyze different points of tangos, you'll find more than one is a life lesson, a string of tips and experiences. The tango is not as simple as the Peruvian waltz, with exceptions of course, not as bright as the Mexican ranchera, which is almost always crying out loud, whether you're male boots, mustaches and guns. The tango, I think, has more poetry to my beloved bolero. The tango is more elegant, though uncouth. The tango is more sober, though born among chorus girls and hoodlums. This is the guy who left the district and won the big city, but he never forgot the little cafe around the corner. It is the lover who made love to the ladies of high society but always saved the best for his heart to his girlfriend dressed in calico. The tango is "the shame of having been and the pain of not being anymore."

If someone asks me why the tango, as only atinaré to answer: Because tango is male, because the tango is strong, it smells of life, like death. And do not say more.