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Di Sarli Lloran las campanas (1944) The Bells Weep lyrics by Oscar Rubens - From Here. They live on endlessly killing my anxiety, the sounds of the bells: “ding dong, ding dong” is their song. How was I to think that the very day I returned my great love would be dying? When at last I was going to hold her tight in my arms that mocking “ding dong” interferes! Oh, how sad I am, love! Oh, how great is my pain! Today when at last my dream was coming true as I was finally returning to your side, they seize your love away from me. No! No, it can’t be, love, no, think my dear, that no— tell them to quiet the bells— This mocking “ding dong” can’t go on! Orquesta Carlos Di Sarli, singer Alberto Podestá (Spanish original after the jump) Lloran las campanas  Viven sin cesar matando mi ansiedad, los sones de las campanas: “din don, din don” es su canción. ¿Cómo iba a pensar, que hoy al retornar moría mi gran amor? Cuando por fin iba a estrecharla entre mis brazos ¡se interpone este burló

Every Possible Mistake

From the book I Lost My Kisses

De Angelis Tu Corazon Angel Vargas Rie Payaso Enrique Rodriguez Yo No Se Porque Razon

As I felt sick yesterday, I decided to stay home and try to relax. There was this interview scheduled for the evening and a tango class I wanted to attend. I did go to Publix. I got my hair done. Made tea. Texted you. Your life is moving away from mine. Breach. You are going to compete with one of my arch-enemies from tango. You are going to San Francisco. I have been told. You said: I love you. The more I know you, the more I know we are not compatible. But I still love you. People were complaining about Gerladine and Ezequiel classes. And yet you were in awe of them. You took a photo with them. The milonga apparently was super crowded on Saturday night because of them and you were probably there. I didn't go to the classes to protest. I didn't go to the milonga because I don't talk to the guy who runs the milonga anymore. I have been making enemies. Last night, G. asked me to dance and I said no. You asked me to take a gift from you and I refused. What is the point? You a

  J9  Key Largo 02/11/12

In Tango, we also have to hear the silences. Luna Palacios.

Squinting Self-Portrait in Key Largo By 09 I can't write that much now, but I had a blast in Key Largo yesterday. It was cold it is true and I am coughing already, but what a location for a photo shoot. I have decided to build a modeling portfolio. I don't have any ambitions as a model, but maybe I could make some extra income to help with tango and maybe move from Florida. Who knows? Why not try it? I don't think it's going to take that much time, plus it could be fun.

By William Etty.

Today  you are turning 44 I wish you happiness love health I can't call you because it gets to a point where it is easier to not hear you And that wouldn't be our secret I am sure you would tell people But I wish I would call you last year we fought on your birthday And I regret that So it's for the best that this year you are on your own free to be

I just added two more pairs of tango shoes to my collection. This time around it's a different brand. Last Friday I got a pair for classes and workshops. These two new pairs are for milongas and special events. I can't wait to have them on my feet.

By Michelle Murphy No one knows that was a sad day as most of my days are lately. Some days are more difficult than others in that I miss you, people are difficult, my job isn't all that. I found the house and its whiteness. I got off my car and I found my Aldo's in the back seat. I had my clothes, my make up bag. But I failed to bring a toothbrush. That shows how absent minded I was that day. My friend said it was going to be a dinner party and they needed a "model". So, as the model, I put myself together and entered the house with a positive attitude. People were extremely friendly and there was a yellow lab named Amber in the house. From the moment I got there to the moment I left, I was in a good mood and not only that. I was happy. Wine did help somewhat. One of the photographers is a Russian lady. She's smart and sweet and a great cook. She reminded me of blank .  I am failing miserably at forgetting. We had gretchka. We talked about the Russian langua

It rains like these past days of rain inside of me. And more. It rains heavy, and cold. It rains a sad rain. The rain of absence.

Trying to think of who I am now at 34.  And somehow I know I am still the same little girl who used to watch the rain from a window in Porto Alegre. The window now is in Fl. The window now has gotten bigger. Not necessarily happier. I never been a happy (per se) person. I have always been more of an introvert. A person who asks questions. Randomly. A person who has a hard time seeing the big picture because I focus on details. Great for editing things. I can't edit my life. My only wish today is to move on.

I did my hair today and it rained. I got my nails done and I had to go buy milk. I took my last private with Luna Palacios. I bought a pair of tango shoes. Different brand. Different style. I bought a tango shirt. I thought of you as if. I listened to some of my favorite songs. I got inspired while dancing. Luna gave me great insight. I am waiting now. Tomorrow I will take Benjamin Solomon to the clinic. He's getting neutered. I worry about him because I love him so much and there's this feeling inside of me that I lose what I love. What I love the most. It's the first time I am raising a kitten on my own. He's so precious. I look at him and I see how big he's getting. When I first got him he was about four-weeks old. Now he's fat and big. I can barely hold him with one hand. He was so skinny when I found him. It is windy outside. I have been thinking about my job. Yet again. Thinking of moving somewhere and starting from scratch. I'd have to give up on this

I read one of the most beautiful things yesterday: I accept you as you are, despite the mood you are in. I don't think anybody has said that to me exactly like that. Sometimes I am my worst enemy for not accepting me the way I am.

A Red Heart In A Tank Top by Dan G. My heart - my red heart has given me this illusion all this time. love. That love is the thing that it wants the most. And yet - my heart bleeds every time it tries to love. My heart, this tiny little thing, wrapped around a red tank-top, pulses. It breathes your name. And it is devastated. Broken. Shattered in a millions pieces because you held my heart and that was enough for my heart to feel that it needs you again and again. It has been continuously bleeding for your hands, beautiful white and delicate hands - My David hands - haven't been careful enough. My heart - this precious tiny thing - you let it die.

I have so much to write about and yet I am blocked. I went out last night and I was hoping to see you. You never showed up. It was better this way. Nonetheless, that didn't stop me from going home and crying my eyes out. Ugh.