Tango Poetry

Tango Poetry

Just recently I have begun to include excerpts of poetry within the description of my Tango dresses. During my research I found so many lovely poems that I wanted to share them with you all so that you can enjoy the whole composition. Here are several poems from the world of tango, deeply reflective of the passion and sensuality that is within tango. Some of them originally composed as Poetry, some of them are lyrics from Songs, translated from Spanish.   Throat with sand You see, the day is far from dawn, “Polaco” Goyeneche, sing me one more tango. You see, the night becomes long, your life has a karma, to sing, always to sing.   Your voice, that moves the tango, saying the semicolon that nobody sang for it. With your voice, with gobblins and ghosts, breathe in the asthma of an old bandoneón.   Sing, throat with sand your voice has the pain that Malena didn’t sing.   Sing, that Juárez condemns you when hurting your pain, with its white bandoneón.   Sing, people are applauding, although you are dying they don’t know your pain.   Sing, that Troilo from heaven, underneath your pillow, left you a verse.   Singer, of a somewhat insolent tango, you got people to hurt with your pain. Singer, of a tightrope balancing act tango, more than singer artist, with the vices of a singer.   You see, to me and to Buenos Aires, we always gasp for air when your voice is not here to you, that taught me so much, the day that you sang a song with me.   Sing, throat with sand your voice has the pain that...