I hate tango

C., Brussels 1992.

I hate tango

The tango is a sad thought that is danced, wrote Discepolo, the Argentinian poet. It’s also a nether world from which I had abducted a girl dancing as if she were willing to enter the ground. Just for a kiss. But life and light blinded her, and so the tango, like a black hole, took her back, leaving me only with the sad thought.