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:-)
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