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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