"The Dance of the same faces , Tango"

                                        "The Dance of the same faces, Tango"

                                                                                           (Tango)

I remember ... it was in the neighborhood of Retiro ...
near the corner of  de streets... "Emeralda" and "Arenales"...
In a very old house,
 when "cheeky" send us.
No one had invited us,
 Not asked us for input.
something in that house hinted mystery,
 Was what more could breathe in there ...
It smelled a perfume rare,
 Similar to those sweet perfumes neighborhood.
A breeze of white roses,
mixed with wisteria lazy ...

Much was the wonder,
when we discovered enmudados.
That all the "minas" of the dance,
had the same faces,
the same bodies.
But different dresses.
You could hear music of Tango,
a little old ...
In the thirties,
Type Cobian, Piana ... Fresedo ,  or De Caro ...

I really difficult to describe,
all this like a dream ...
I will not go "ticket seller"
if I am a poor "silly" ...
We danced some tango ...
some very romantic waltzes.
But the "minas" would not give us ball
when you are "throwing the dogs" ...
They were "the jacks" ...
Besides .. they were all alike,
as repeated figures.
However, they expressed different characters.
some were very nice,
the other quiet and whistles in the night.

Finally ... almost at dawn,
we gave a crack,
we went whistling low.,
as his would have been quite normal,
as if nothing had happened ...
And without saying a word ...
 With some faces of oddities.
Type something .. the speaker... shot down ...

We learned a few days later ...
the ancient history of this girl ...
Very excited about the dance of the house,
he had bought a dress with a lot of effort ...
A pair of shoes with high heels ....
And all night nobody asked her to dance ..
No one ...

They said it was a very beautiful woman,
and many envied him.
He returned home crying,
leaving a trail of tears ...
It sympathized to flowers,
balconies and planters,
By "Emeralda" Street.
. The "angels" of the fronts,
They were drying their tears,
with tissues of plaster ...

When he arrived home,
hugged his mother,
Saying that she would never again return,
to that old house and ungrateful ..
We do not investigate anything after ...
The "ghost" of which we spoke ...
That had been "tied" to her ...
It was all a mute emotion,
that we could neither forget nor deny ...
This time we saw the injustice,
the world crumble,
Because we all had played the same "mina"
 The same partner ...
And no "lend" in the dance ...
Better not tell anyone ...
Well, I take for child ...

"mina" = a woman



                                                                        Daniel H Guasti