

Magia di Tango by Rafa Oliana
@magiaditangobyrafaoliana
www.magiaditango.online
It was a Wednesday evening at Het Syndicaat a very old cafe in the Hague. Entering the heavy old wooden squicky door. At the entrance, something different from the latin dance rooms, old school elegance, a half dimmed lights dance room, as souls connected and floating on the floor, ageless, pure by the music, the melodies, timeless scratchy remainders of the 1930's in Buenos Aires. The chairs on the sides occupied with wine lovers. There my inner Tango self came to life... Thank you Monica, Vernon, and Gordona for introducing me to the wonderful world of the Argentine Tango. thank you my friends, my blokkies for life.
It was a Wednesday evening at Het Syndicaat a very old cafe in the Hague. Entering the heavy old wooden squicky door. At the entrance, something different from the latin dance rooms, old school elegance, a half dimmed lights dance room, as souls connected and floating on the floor, ageless, pure by the music, the melodies, timeless scratchy remainders of the 1930's in Buenos Aires. The chairs on the sides occupied with wine lovers. There my inner Tango self came to life... Thank you Monica, Vernon, and Gordona for introducing me to the wonderful world of the Argentine Tango. thank you my friends, my blokkies for life.
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