~ Shakespeare,Twelfth Night Act 1, scene 1, 1
Aaaah the sound of The Tango. Teetering on raucousness, yet always smooth in it's delivery. Just like a lover with glossy beguiling words.
Convincing my lovely Sonia that dancing anything else would be to stand in complete irreverence to the art form of dancing, seems to have no meaning to her.
Oh my dear Sonia! Can't you feel, can't you see, won't you tremble. This is the Tango!
Oh but she is swaying to the samba even now, she is challenging the Cha Cha and even warming to the Waltz! Sonia my beloved, What of Vida Mia on the day we felt jolly and light of heart, our performance to Te aconsejo que me olvides, did that me nothing to you?
Sonia what will you have me do? Will my recourse be to find another dancing partner?
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