tango waltzes into the room, holding by the hand an accompaniment of syncopated compatibility, a fandango tang with eloquent strides, rind to rind, one step exotic, the other sweet. The hardwood floor shines, waxed with vinyl records of tenors of old, the trumpet of a gramophone blaring beats that echo off the walls like the candle light off the floor of wood hard. In he strides, asserted and sophisticated. In she dances, elegant and elongated. Together they twirl, the heart of the ball, the centre of the s
Georg Freese, 2013
So where's the Bio...? It was degradable.