Ocho Cortado*
You will be my golden sun,
I will be your crescent moon.
Friday, January 25, 2008
Las Metaforas Del Baile: Ocho Cortado*
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Victoria
Labels: Dance, Ocho Cortado, Tango
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"Dancing tango with Rebecca in San Francisco feels a lot like this city--she's beautiful to look at, I fall into a fog when we take each other into our close embrace, and then the last notes of each song slowly jar me out of my trance just like the Sunday night foghorns in the Pacific that wake me from my dreams..."
Ocho Cortado*
You will be my golden sun,
I will be your crescent moon.
Labels: Dance, Ocho Cortado, Tango
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