La Tanguera Stole My Heart
How a minute pose with the Tanguera turned my world up side down…
Blame it on Argentine Tango. If I were to describe a phrase about this dance, it would be “too close for comfort.”
It was a fine afternoon walk in one of Buenos Aires’ oldest districts, San Telmo. It is in this place where 19th and 20th century architecture converged. It was a double date, me and mi amor with Martha and her German boyfriend Guenter. Both just arrived from Patagonia where they spent a week with the penguins.
Soon we were at the center of San Telmo, in a square called Plaza Dorrego. We went to a café with Tango performers. I was dumbfounded watching the performers danced so passionately with perfect rhythm, timing and with temperature rising sensuality. Tango!
And there she was, my Tanguera. Her sexy moves made my heart stop beating. She was dressed in a simple sleeveless tight and black dress. Enchanting. Captivating.
She dances there everyday for tips. She and her+(2).JPG)
group teach tango lessons too.
I consumed my coffee. Her performance, finished. I clapped my hands with all my might. She noticed me and smiled. I smiled back. Then her partner came around with his black hat signalling to throw our generous tips in it.
And then an opportunity came to take pictures with the performers. Without further delay, I stood up and handed my camera to La Karina and posed with my beautiful Tanguera. I can smell her sweet perfume. She’s a Latina. She’s hot. I held her close and posed. It was a wonderful moment. I wanted it to last. Then there was the flash of my camera. “Time is up Greg.” I told my self. Not far from me I heard an angry voice shouting, “Mi amor, I am your girlfriend!” I was dead.
Back in Manila, in my free time, whenever I see my pictures with the Tanguera, I can’t help but think of her for a few moment. I never knew her name. I never asked where she lived, her MSN or her mobile number.
Sometimes, a lot of what ifs enter my thoughts about my lovely Tanguera. But she was just a sweet memory to cherish, a dream, a girl with no name. And so I called her, La Tanguera.
How a minute pose with the Tanguera turned my world up side down…
Blame it on Argentine Tango. If I were to describe a phrase about this dance, it would be “too close for comfort.”
It was a fine afternoon walk in one of Buenos Aires’ oldest districts, San Telmo. It is in this place where 19th and 20th century architecture converged. It was a double date, me and mi amor with Martha and her German boyfriend Guenter. Both just arrived from Patagonia where they spent a week with the penguins.
Soon we were at the center of San Telmo, in a square called Plaza Dorrego. We went to a café with Tango performers. I was dumbfounded watching the performers danced so passionately with perfect rhythm, timing and with temperature rising sensuality. Tango!
And there she was, my Tanguera. Her sexy moves made my heart stop beating. She was dressed in a simple sleeveless tight and black dress. Enchanting. Captivating.
She dances there everyday for tips. She and her
+(2).JPG)
group teach tango lessons too.I consumed my coffee. Her performance, finished. I clapped my hands with all my might. She noticed me and smiled. I smiled back. Then her partner came around with his black hat signalling to throw our generous tips in it.
And then an opportunity came to take pictures with the performers. Without further delay, I stood up and handed my camera to La Karina and posed with my beautiful Tanguera. I can smell her sweet perfume. She’s a Latina. She’s hot. I held her close and posed. It was a wonderful moment. I wanted it to last. Then there was the flash of my camera. “Time is up Greg.” I told my self. Not far from me I heard an angry voice shouting, “Mi amor, I am your girlfriend!” I was dead.
Back in Manila, in my free time, whenever I see my pictures with the Tanguera, I can’t help but think of her for a few moment. I never knew her name. I never asked where she lived, her MSN or her mobile number.
Sometimes, a lot of what ifs enter my thoughts about my lovely Tanguera. But she was just a sweet memory to cherish, a dream, a girl with no name. And so I called her, La Tanguera.
4 comments:
Hey, that was one hot dance...and one hot blog. Whew, steamy even...keep on blogging 'Toy, i'm loving your road trips.
A yes to life !
Buddy, with a hot babe like this one,i could do a tango all night long!The boyfriend can watch!Ha ha ha.
Ohh yeah....hot sizzling, La Tangera...I'll groove the tango with her till the end...haha...Great day nuncle!!!
Jiro
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