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Thanksgiving

This was a very sad Thanksgiving overall. I feel so sad since my friend has given me the saddest news ever.

Lincoln

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I can't wait to watch this.

No Me Escribas

Tango 1927 Music: Agustín Bardi Lyric: Juan Andrés Caruso Orchestra Osvaldo Pugliese Singer: Alberto Morán 31/07/1946 Buenos Aires 0 Odeon 7685 15702 No me escribas, yo prefiero no tener noticias tuyas. Tengo miedo, mucho miedo que tus cartas me hagan mal; que me digan algún día que de mí te has olvidado y tus besos y caricias pertenecen a un rival. No sabés lo que he sufrido desde el día que te fuiste cuando vi que ya no estabas y que solo me encontré. Tuve rabia, tuve pena, no sé lo que hubiera hecho y esa noche, de tristeza y dolor me emborraché. Desde entonces he intentado deshacerme 'e tu recuerdo, arrancarte de mi pecho, matar este metejón, pero inútil, porque cuanto hacía más para olvidarte como grampa te clavabas en mi pobre corazón. He llenado las paredes del bulín con tus retratos, y tus cartas, las primeras, las que me sabías mandar otros tiempos, las conservo, porque en ellas me decías que jamás de mi cariño vos te irías a olvida

Eyes Closed

Documentary on Tango.

The Beauty of an Embrace

I have never been a big huger. Somehow I like having my own space and I don't like feeling trapped in anybody's arms. I think I show affection in different ways, other than hugging and touching people. People say that to dance tango you have to know how to hug. That may be true, but somehow I managed to learn the tango embrace without being able to hug everybody around me. The tango embrace doesn't make me feel trapped. On the contrary, it makes me feel alive. For some people, radical sports is what makes them feel alive. For me it is dancing tango that makes me feel completely alive. Tango is that extra-dosage of life I only get when I dance. No other dance does that for me. Sometimes it comes with a very intense urge to cry, or rather this strong passionate feeling that comes for being present in someone else's arms, feeling the music throughout my body. Tango caught me by surprise. I didn't know it was going to become so important in my life. After much ant

Things I cannot do

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Beach - Windy Day - Dania  By J9 The house is silent. The cats are away, sleeping somewhere between here and the lake. I hear some noises outside. There's no music. You left me. You left me because of my lack of: the things I cannot do. The clock is ticking. I am 34 and counting. A hummingbird came to visit the other day. We had a brief talk about patience and beauty. If I could be a bird, I have told her, I wish I could be you. Beautiful colors in such a tiny body. My cats sleep. Tired from not doing anything. My head hurts. My Russian is gone. Life hurts. Not if we can forget quickly. Transfer the pain. I am looking for a man who wants dogs. (laughing at myself for having said that). I guess the right man will also have to like cats. At least he is going to have to like Edwin, The Rabbit and Benjamin the Fatty. This iPhone thing is really crazy. I have almost  4 thousand photos stored in my phone. It's almost like I photograph everything I feel like and it's conve