|She holds her father, wondering if it will be for the last time|
Don't let me go!
The brother within me holds you at the airport.
I may never see you again as I go off to war.
The father within me holds you at my last residence.
I overheard you say I will soon be in a better place.
The child within me holds you in the street,
I fell down and your embrace takes away my pain.
Don't let me go...
The tanguero within me holds you at the milonga.
You are the only woman in the world.
I only have a moment in time with you;
So don't let me go; we are entwined to our core.
The tanguera-sister-mother-child within you,
Craves an embrace more you than may ever know.
Entwined to the core.
A note about the father-daughter picture. I don't know how the above photo strikes you, but it really moves me. It is on a website about faith, and probably no one that has ever visited that website ever has danced tango. I know one thing, her father doesn't want the moment to stop anytime too soon. I did embrace my father. I wish I had done that more, at least one last time before I knew it would be the last. With my mother, I had that chance.