Paco, our deep respect and affection,
who always showed us the best side of life,
his permanent smile.
Friends Friends ... will always be friends to tell our troubles
one to one and we
witnesses and the sun, wind, night, or the moon.
travel to a distant world
to search through all the effort
And we like the hiker
who rides for your dream!.
Friends in on all things
go together like roses and thorns
regardless of distance or time ever
you be the rain ... I might wind
And we will do as few,
looking for life in our crazy dreams and if something happened
Hear what I say
for all time ... I'll be your friend! Poem
Victor Zuniga Garcia.
Cuando llora la milonga, chapter 16
... The dancers only have a name,
sometimes just a nickname ....
... the music keeps playing and the dance never stops.
dance to celebrate the fact
to be alive and to heal their pain and mourning ...
There are pains and penalties of universal love,
and unimaginable pain and loss of a loved one.
Each tango puts words to pictures and different pains, every hug
offered relief and comfort.
remember and forget,
music and silence,
batch and shade, "...
" The bazaar of hugs ", Sonia Abadi
is not always easy to say goodbye to someone you expected to see tomorrow. Difficult console those who shared his life with him. Unable to take the place of Carmen, his wife. We deeply regret your loss, dear Paco, and we there with them, with all your loved ones as far as we know it. Farewell, friend. We hope to know how to dance like you want this sad farewell. "
a hug for you from tangoxtodas.
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