About myself, as a roamer in Tango

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Yes, I am

one tanguero


I believe
in exchange
(and not in small change,
so neither small talk)
and I believe in
small steps, as well :
Steps – just spiced-up
with (as it takes) humor
(‘course, starting on myself) –
simply for keeping
my path, straight ahead.


Besides :

I have
my pride as my
only left fortune,
and I own
my own self respect,
for pushing me further …

… so, in due diligence,
I also pay
all the respect I due
to everybody (and,
anytime, to anyone),
only according to their
real merits.

Ortegrity (at human scale),
[thanks, © Timothy]
tensegrity (in Tango),
but, not at all, “taillable
et corvéable à merci” …


Just floating
over all these
never-ending marshes,
I always strive
to take good care
at my feet steps & foot-steps,
for not to end (on such
small tiny moving-sandy
islands that still have left)
and thus be swamped-in or,
yet even more,
becoming one-and-same
to groundfloor …


I know :

there, over twilight,
beyond the skyline,
there,
where sunsets brighten so,
such lively bloodlike,
there,
I’ll find out what
I – always – was supposed
to look for.


And thus :

I will
keep going, slightly,
just like a neverending,
wrathfully whispered Tango song
(let’s take, for instance,
my always favourite
D’Arienzo’s :
“Que el varón que taya [las cartas]
debe estar previsto [ser consciente de los trucos],
Esta es mi marca y me asujeto [me pongo frenos]”) …


One day, perhaps – who knows ? –
I’ll sparkle & then
simply fade away …


However,
for the moment,

¡ I’M STILL HERE, FOLKS !

© (VSB, 21 dec 2008)