SILUETA PORTEñA

Port silhouette (1936)

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Dressed like a dandy, hair slicked with styling gel
and owning a woman who is prettier than a flower,
you dance at the milonga with an air of importance,
shining the elegance and doing exhibition.

Anyone was going to tell you, you, rascal of other times,
that one day you would become a night club king,
that to teach your moves you would open an academy...
Luck, that is a woman, always rewards the tough one.

Braggart dancer,
that first showed off your moves,
at the old outskirts public dance
from the south of Barracas.

Braggart dancer,
that wanted to try another life,
and to show off your famous run
you came to the Maipú.

Watch it, when sometimes you hear the Cumparsita
I know how your heart beats when remembering
that one day you danced it in shirt sleeves and without a dime
and now you dance the same tango looking like a wealthy man.

But you would give anything for being just for a moment
the same braggart of a time that went away,
because so much glory is tiresome and a little sad and old
you see yourself in the mirror of the old night club.