What is this???? The Argentines have Tango!

Oh, my. I have lost my way, not to have seen the nose in front of my face.All these years of planning dreaming and scheming to go to Argentina, and I have missed the most Argentine thing of all....
THE DANCE OF PASSION CALLED TANGO !!!!!!
I have tripped and fallen into a world I now cannot live without. While working on my plans to sail to Argentina I stumbled across a thing I never could have missed. Tango. so so simple and yet so complex- It's only walking to music, right...?

But first more Poesy; I wrote this for a beautiful girl and it was not even acknowledged. I believe it was merely a step towards my future because I was led to explore my artistic side deeper than I have in years.It was as a result of this exploration that I found the Dance and the music, and fell in love with the big picture of the rest of my life and new direction

Et tu meus parum vulpes volpes Deus diriget
And you my little fox do as God directs
Find the future
Feel the power and the strength
To hunt out and remove
The pain and suffering
Of a people born in misery
Chase not the sour grapes of wealth and vainglory
Jump at the sun and chase the rainbow
God’s promise to the world
For at the source of the rainbow is the source of love eternal
And the rain washes clean sins past and unforgiven
Rest in the shade and protection of the Rock on which we stand
May peace and understanding bless your days
Well found with friends that care for the soul and spirit
And care not for the mortal coil
Shuffled off at the dreams end
Awaken sleeping dreamer
Shake off the gossamer web of deceit
The veil which hides and destroys our vision of the truth
Borne of the worlds illusion
Seeking to hold us to a path of lonely destruction
The real pain is the separation of soul from Creator for without this primal union you are cursed to walk among the dead spirits of those unable to dream of life beyond this world.
-Liam Zscheile

You know there are women out there that cry themselves to sleep because they have no romantic soul to serenade them;go figure
now on the other hand this little woman had no appreciation for Tango nor Bandoneon so she would have been left in the dust.

So now I know where all the other people who yearn to go to Argentina are; I felt as though I were the last of the Mohicans and now I have found my tribe.

Now the hard part -Add teaching myself to play Bandoneon to my three year list and only have 2 years 10 months left for that!