The beginning is timid,

time has no limit,

magic movements are slow,

we dance the tango of love.
 

It’s the music of feelings,

bliss and passion revealing,

dance of flight and explosion

of hidden love.
 

The beginning is timid

and is not so vivid,

then it turns into a wild

and grasping dance.

We go deep into music.

plunge ourselves into ta...

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In the oh-Christ odour of battle,

The stunned silence of snipered streets,

They will still be doing their thing -

Plying their dark entertainment

Of tango from another world:

Two oiled figures, out of age,

Swaying to the squeezebox rhythm,

Legs hypnotically intertwined,

With an unspoken whiff of sex,

Which ramps up the indecency.

Only a matter of time now.

Below, a...

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