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artist statement |
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Barefeetango Milonga
(Argentine Tango Melodies)
When the lights are out, The
floor is empty, And
everybody is gone, I
dance again, barefeet, With
the memories, with the melodies, Of all the men I danced with. In
the fire of the dance, In
the of the maelstrom of the music, Our
step sequences are Indelibly impressed
on the floor, Tanda after tanda. Our
souls Sharing
a precious note, Our bodies a single tear. Barefeet, I now Contemplate
our steps Evoking
in cold lava My partners’ colored melodies. Primordial Element: Fire Core New Art Space Gallery,
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