Missing Lapushka

Where are you now,

My little Russian Tanguera?

How I miss my chances to make you smile,

Your perfectly calibrated molinete,

Our efforts to make this dance work...

Together.

More than anything,

I miss the love that is in your heart,

Love that could melt snow,

Love that could have pity

For a man like me,

The straggler, the loner,

The broken daddy...

The tango dancer:-)




Note: For an in-depth look into the mind of the Kayak Hombre, read his book, available on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/River-Tango-perri-iezzoni/dp/1453865527/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1369366756&sr=1-1&keywords=River+tango