Lavoro Tango: Tango of Labor

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Crowds lined the dirty streets,

to watch

 the two lovers dance.

 

A flash of black sequin,

all leg and red heel follow

 

black leather shoes step in time,

to the mournful sounds of the accordion,

 

on the grim cobblestone streets

of lonely

Buenos Aires.

 

Shoes worn from evenings of dancing,

Dirty from nights at work.

 

Passion sewn into their garments,

as they danced,

as one

through the crowd.

 

The sounds of struggle heard in her heels,

and pride in his.

 

Struggle and pride danced together,

hand in hand,

 

electrified.

 

Their elegant strides and serious lips,

joined the broken beautiful music.

 

The lover’s dance ended, and

They bow gracefully to the crowd,

 

As they dropped nickels and dimes

Into his worn out hat,

 

and her empty

jewelry box.

 

 

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