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lost, it is an anthology of poetry (1969 -2005), author STREAMER PEDRO ALONSO, poet, tango and friend, this book collects some of his poems carefully selected from other books of his past, including here some of them dedicated to tango.

Today we had the good fortune to attend an event in which conjugated POETRY and TANGO,
an emotional ceremony where the poems gave way to the music of tango, tangos chosen from those that come to you in the very first notes and some of the colleagues and friends who share this hobby, put the steps on stage, dancing your compass ... but it brought the music of poetry from the first chords. Amparo

and put Roberto voice and guitar in one of his poems, masterfully as we are accustomed, if the tango has always been and is a feeling, emotion today jumped from a few verses, the voice of many readers and especially that of STREAMER PEDRO ALONSO (The author), has managed to draw with the words their own poems, some relating to his books published and other unpublished, that after listening to look forward to come to light.

has been a pretty sight, where the quality, feel and voice put soul into every verse, we are clouded his eyes and when you are writing from within, the passion you get beyond the music ... this time it was verses.

Thanks Peter. A kiss.

Since that street milonga,

I could not forget for a moment.

The torture was said to hold

when he finished that tango. There is no way

party believed her passing.

Give my shadow and the wind took forever
branch

that happened to be the fruit to be wood.

From that fantastic milonga,

see any attempt has been futile.

You took the shadow of my life.

need another tango

replace what I took another

that summer and left my soul so lost.

II

Three minutes

tango were little for so much sweetness contained.

stayed open that wound,

which aggravated the fury of a sirocco.

your silhouette I looked like a madman. Search

a shadow

felt lost and wanted you

Pugliese, hidden,

were with Piazzolla, Now I notice

a hand linked with mine, your waist

merge into a hug and your lips

weave a smile

your breasts, with cadence and harmony, and your feet

pursuing a new stroke.
In tango you're the Mona Lisa.

III

I know that the tango is rhythm and melody,

that nothing is transcendent when it ends

the last time never announced

something for later, for another day.

All this I know well, but would

lying to myself: I was looking just as he

tango ended and a new dancer stood.

The exception rule and it defines everything

escapes to the measure, which is always

where intuition is born.

This story is about tango and theater

-ever you can imagine is the life-

if someone called tango passion.

(More Poems Pentagram VERSO )

resumes today in DEEZER "POEM" LUIS VINICIO, but ... That sounded good verses, from his voice that put music to poems 2x4!

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A PLACE OF LOST MUSIC BACKLIGHT ... wholeheartedly. LOOKING TO THE STARS

Dear bloggers of Lady Slipper, I want to present an amateur singing group, just like we are the dance: A backlight. I would ask tangoxtodas
assist in the dissemination of this post, and if it seems right, as in the past have done, could be a common post.
The main reason that leads me to this request is to spread as much as possible the second album launches this group, whose profits go to a foundation of integrity without Profit: Menudos hearts.

http://www.menudoscorazones.org/

Next I put some words that go in the introduction to this second album that I speak to who has the collaboration of Jorge Lerma bandoneon, which some of us know.
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Continuing the spirit of solidarity that has characterized him throughout his career, the band "A Backlight" presents its second álbum.En this occasion, a live recording made at the Monumental Theatre Madrid. The trajectory of "A Backlight" runs in parallel with the Foundation "Hearts Giblets" and once again wants to channel his efforts on behalf of children with congenital heart disease and their families, hoping that their contribution is valuable to this organization and serve as an example to other potential partners.
The first three songs from Deezer:
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Pasillaneando

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enter prefers being left on list are these 3 songs are the Albúm
... I guess that RTVE collaboration means we can not hear ... maybe entering or seeking to share the list of ye Lady Slipper hear them ... I do not know ... will inquire !

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dedicate this post, my friends of the RINCON DEL TANGO , authors of the logo is in my blog as you enter the right hand side, right where they start places with tango, verdecito color is to match the blog, made to order and is beautiful, an imaginary tale dedicated to Gavin, whose image is reflected in its logo, so heartfelt thanks, the music that plays on this time owe it to Luisabel called Old House and Julio Pane, touches my heart and settled there for the rest of the time.

Just ... thanks I love you.

Sitting on the bench in the station, he saw the trains go by, yours came late and wanted nothing more that the time in which room, and in his car would blow up the landscape before their eyes, and let his imagination beyond the fields, always liked the French countryside, the green glow that changes color as the light of day, but its mission in this little village had been completed and had to return to the capital, always a little nostalgia for go leaving roots in each place where it was, it was said to herself "this time" I will try not to fond of the place, but was part of his character and he went, back left a bit of his heart.

had been longer than usual, but now inevitably must return ... " back" as in the tango ... I see the flicker of lights to away, will be marking my return ...
always a tango in your mind, in your luggage and especially in his heart, when he had the chance to dance, always did from the feeling, was at that moment, when the train whistle it back to the ground and hurried to catch him, he went and sat by the window and after a while the wheels began to turn left behind them, memories, silence, music and flashes of unforgettable nights.

was tired but refused to fall asleep and miss the color palette splashed fields.

The train continued its course, the heat of the sun shone through the window and saw his face reflected in the glass, images raced through his mind like a movie, suddenly and a little far away, reaching to RODEZ the Vallée de l'Aveyron where the train

slowed his march, he saw a boy decorating a wall with graffiti and could not believe their eyes, the great Gavito Gavito the same design and logo of the Friends of the RINCON DEL TANGO, would have stopped the train, have examined, questioned, known ... in the window leaned forward reach out and reach the boy, but could not be ... RINCON DEL TANGO few friends and memories contain their pages!, that nearly one feels when being away a small sign about the places you loved, where you grew experiences.

Fatigue was seized at times and image Gavito was reflected in her retina, THE GREAT TEACHER! I was very tired and sleep overcame the effort to stay awake, it was then that he began to dream, it was dark and colored lights illuminated the entrance of the HALL OF ROSES , the place had the name of a waltz, as well as tangos, waltzes she loved to dance, got out and walked up the room ... hardwood floors, mirrors, turned, a sober and elegant, full of glamor surrounding the tango and the big night GAVITO, he would be there, would have the opportunity to see and would keep that memory as an unforgettable treasure.

He sat at a table toward the bottom, but near the door, four marble columns marking the corners Porteñas saying it, the music started playing and a friendly voice invited him to dance and demolish the tango with all the passion and feeling, with which the music makes you vibrate in each batch, and while the three minutes turned to reality and after a few rounds, there was silence, the light dimmed and lit up the track, with slow and sure, almost touching the ground ... the great teacher began to slide across the floor, only the elves are able to draw well, without pencil and paper circles on the floor, barely feel the wood, one after another were resolved, tangos, milongas and waltzes, eyes fixed on her image and her heart racing with excitement which was choking in the throat and flooded the final form of applause, the great GAVITO

dream maker, with wings on his feet, filled the room burst out behaviors and she came to congratulate him and keep his eyes fixed on the feeling in his retina, that unforgettable, closed his eyes to continue seeing his image, but again the train set the tone and raised, but his image was still there, fixed the colors iris and feeling of tango, marked to the surface.

Everything is in time, in memories, in space, in this universe bandoneon music, no matter what was the point, past or present, when the intensely vivid memories are part of eternity.

The train continued and she was in her eyes ... forever.

SILENCED DEEZER Baila Carlos Gavito and Marcela Durán

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THANKS FOR COMING

While Chopin's Tristesse tango rhythm sounds, I have to thank to all friends from Spain, France, Belgium, Germany and elsewhere have come to this meeting transpyrenean, which have been and that they would have liked ... and failed.

thank the tokens of affection and sympathy, share tangos and hugs, the warmth of the reunion, touching moments, for us ... something beyond the music and dance, something that goes on in the heart like a flame, like matchbox when turned on and can no longer turn, has touched the soul and that has been there forever, it will cost us forget these days, when the distance away from us again in time and our eyes and look at a future festival, excuse, travel, finding that distant time that it hurts and it still hangs in the air we will have to come down from the cloud down to earth and return to play foot to the floor, take the next hug ... hugs the world above.

As WILLIAM WORDSWORTH say ... NO oppressor, because beauty always remains in the memories ...

And the music will reach the time now and again WE SHALL JOIN distant borders.

THANKS FOR COMING, FOR BEING
,
BY FEEL, BY BE ...
TANGO!

DRAW A SMILE TO THE NEW WAITING TIME REECUENTRO.

A kiss and a hug from the heart. Friends ... forever.

Comme une image
Paul Eluard (1895-1952)
XIV. A l'Assaut des jardins ... A l'Assaut


Les jardins des saisons sont partout à la fois de l'été
Passion pour l'hiver
Et la tendresse des deux autres comme
Les souvenirs
Les arbres des plumes ont le ciel brisé
Un beau brume chêne porridge
La vie des oiseaux des plumes ou la vie et tout
a
frivole Avec panache of souriante craintes
Et Chatter solitude


As an image
XIV. The assault of the gardens ...

The assault of the gardens
The stations are at once everywhere
Passion summer winter autumn
Tenderness and spring like feathers
Memories
The sky broken by the beautiful oak trees amassed
A Life
haze of feathers or bird life
And all a fickle plume
fears Full of smiling chatterbox
And loneliness

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Aaaaaaasuuuuuuu !!!!!!

Hello Vagos and vague and general public Saturday May 3 we blessed with the gift of life. The person most awaited by all at last gave us the face and certainly the most surprised is he (note expression in the photo).

arrived and our beloved yemiko seemed to have fought a thousand kraken, but I was happy seeing her son after nine months (and for a week) secret history between them. By midafternoon I had the privilege of sharing excited when their first meal, with the emotion of the mother who faced the new experience of breastfeeding, with many questions and very excited.



Friends they say that all children come with a loaf under his arm, I Mayu brought me courage, great courage and great strength, I hope to see it and feel that you too will bring something, like Cadillacs say "life is for living better." Mayu

.... Welcome to our (s) world (s).