He will always dance better than I . . .

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I cannot compete with the best dancer.
He embodies the music better than I,
His embrace fits more nicely to my partner.
His movements are excitingly new,
And hewn from years of experience.
But he cannot compete with me:
My soul and hers dance to the music of love.

My lover snuggles in bed with a novelist,
His body is a book and he enthralls her with his tale.
But can he compete with the dual authorship of our love?

My Love melts when she hears
The singer’s melody, touching her breast.
His voice helped her through months of tears.
But can he compete with my lullaby?

She stands in awe of great men in history.
Their stature casts a long shadow
Over my insignificant life.
But can they compete with my story,
The story that she has now entered?

Writers, poets, musicians, artists and dancers too–
They all add to our love life and love-of-life.
Is this not true love to give her the freedom
To freely love the wonders of art in all its forms?
Love is freedom. Freedom is love.



Note on the "singer's voice":  Miguel di Genova of "Otras Aires" sang to my fiancée all the way home from a very sad time in her life.  Why would I be jealous of the great artists and friends in my her life?  Tango couples have difficulties because of holding on the the hope that they are the "one and only."  There is never a "one and only."   There is a whole universe of people who bring richness to us, and of course, to our partners.  Let go, and let it be so!


The original poem appeared on London's Tango Folly and also has been wonderfully translated by Clara M into German at www.tango-therapeut.blogspot.de.

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