<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:19:37.243-08:00</updated><category term='tango nuevo'/><category term='tango'/><category term='astor piazzola'/><category term='Beijing 2008 Olympic Games'/><title type='text'>TANGO</title><subtitle type='html'>...It is about Tango.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>114</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-1455383861347409166</id><published>2008-08-21T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T12:37:41.066-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beijing 2008 Olympic Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tango'/><title type='text'>Beijing 2008 Olympic Games - Tango</title><content type='html'>Tango on the The 2008 Summer Olympic Games in Beijing, China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yQv-e1eANY8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yQv-e1eANY8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inna Zhukova is a Belarusian individual Rhythmic Gymnast, here performing on the Tangueira by Sexteto Mayor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-1455383861347409166?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/1455383861347409166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/1455383861347409166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2008/08/beijing-2008-olympic-games-tango.html' title='Beijing 2008 Olympic Games - Tango'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-3732548441542785786</id><published>2008-08-02T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T11:12:53.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tango nuevo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='astor piazzola'/><title type='text'>Astor Piazzolla</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.pasiontango.net/biography.aspx?id=astor-piazzolla"&gt;Astor Piazzolla&lt;/a&gt; - Chin Chin (Live in Montreal 1984)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qke4Fnh5ARQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qke4Fnh5ARQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astor Piazzolla - Muerte del Ángel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IXGlbTeZmk0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IXGlbTeZmk0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astor Piazzolla - Adiós Nonino &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NeVPNVf4Y48&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NeVPNVf4Y48&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astor Piazzolla (bandoneon);&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Lopez Ruiz (guitar);&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Suarez Paz (violin);&lt;br /&gt;Pablo Ziegler (piano);&lt;br /&gt;Hector Console (bass).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recorded live at the Montreal Jazz Festival, Montreal, Canada on July 4, 1984.&lt;br /&gt;More about Astor Piazzolla:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.piazzolla.org/"&gt;www.piazzolla.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%81stor_Piazzolla"&gt;www.wikipedia.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pasiontango.net/biography.aspx?id=astor-piazzolla"&gt;www.pasiontango.net&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-3732548441542785786?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/3732548441542785786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/3732548441542785786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2008/08/astor-piazzolla.html' title='Astor Piazzolla'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-610492535565358604</id><published>2008-07-18T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T12:00:24.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tango y Milonga</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WfnU9ZLpXV0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WfnU9ZLpXV0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javier Rodriguez y Andrea Misse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tangocamp.com/"&gt;tangocamp.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-610492535565358604?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/610492535565358604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/610492535565358604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2008/07/tango-y-milonga.html' title='Tango y Milonga'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-8981036444526978570</id><published>2008-04-17T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:31:25.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paquita Bernardo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/SAf1hhzZpbI/AAAAAAAAAUc/H2YDRWPxb3Q/s1600-h/paquita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/SAf1hhzZpbI/AAAAAAAAAUc/H2YDRWPxb3Q/s400/paquita.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190387051926234546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paquita Bernardo nació en Bs. As. barriada de Villa Crespo, el 1 de Mayo de 1900. Fue la primera ejecutante femenina del bandoneón que alcanzó trascendencia artística y actuación profesional destacada. Los maestros Maffia, Garcia y Servidio le impartieron los conocimientos fundamentales; pero fue autodidacta en su perfeccionamiento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insólita por lo juvenil, insólita porque no tocaba el piano sino el bandoneón, insólita porque osó ponerse al frente de una orquesta, en la calle Corrientes y en un café.&lt;br /&gt;Paquita Bernardo es el más claro ejemplo, en Buenos Aires, de un fenómeno universal: la rebelión mujeril post gran guerra. Las mujeres se cortaron el pelo y se acortaron las polleras. Las mujeres de las ciudades salieron a la calle a trabajar. Así expresamente "salieron a la calle". Porque antes trabajaban adentro de sus casas o de la casa del patrón de turno. Hilando, tejiendo y cosiendo se ganaron siempre la vida las mujeres, cuando no salían a ganarse la vida, cuando no salían a la calle, pero igual mantenían el hogar.&lt;br /&gt;Mujer de esa época y de ese temple fue Paquita Bernardo, el primero y único bandoneón femenino profesional. &lt;br /&gt;En 1921 se presento al frente de su orquesta en el Bar Domínguez, con Elvino Vardaro y Alcides Palavecino (violines), Osvaldo Pugliese (piano), Miguel Loduca (flauta) y Arturo Bernardo (batería). En 1923 realizó una prolongada y exitosa labor en Montevideo.&lt;br /&gt;Paquita actuó en el teatro Smart, en el fin de fiesta de la compañía de Blanca Podestá; realizó una exitosa temporada en Montevideo, presentándose en una confitería de la avenida 18 de Julio y otra del Rosedal. En homenaje a la ciudad compuso su vals Cerro divino. En 1923, en la Gran Fiesta del Tango organizada por la sociedad de compositores en el Teatro Coliseo, fue Paquita Bernardo la única mujer entre cien músicos que improvisaron una descomunal orquesta. Sus composiciones tuvieron repercusión: Floreal se lo grabó Juan Carlos Cobián; Soñando con versos de Eugenio Cárdenas y "La enmascarada" con versos de Francisco García Giménez, los cantó Gardel. La muerte de Paquita Bernardo, en Buenos Aires el 14 de abril de 1925, a la prematura edad de 25 años provocó una manifestación de duelo tan multitudinaria como la de sus presentaciones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://geocities.yahoo.com/"&gt;Geocities.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-8981036444526978570?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/8981036444526978570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/8981036444526978570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2008/04/paquita-bernardo.html' title='Paquita Bernardo'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/SAf1hhzZpbI/AAAAAAAAAUc/H2YDRWPxb3Q/s72-c/paquita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-1556994411637346768</id><published>2008-04-09T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T19:21:57.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Javier Rodríguez y Andrea Missé</title><content type='html'>Javier Rodríguez y Andrea Missé  bailan Nochero Soy de Osvaldo Pugliese !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mdaPAgvIygY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mdaPAgvIygY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/1556994411637346768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/1556994411637346768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2008/04/javier-rodrguez-y-andrea-miss.html' title='Javier Rodríguez y Andrea Missé'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-5683440968969355908</id><published>2008-04-05T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T18:12:34.515-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tango'/><title type='text'>Rock and Roll and Argentine Tango !</title><content type='html'>Rock and roll and Tango Argentino danced by Miguel Angel Zotto Y Daiana Guspero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WXYefYkUDms&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WXYefYkUDms&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-5683440968969355908?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/5683440968969355908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/5683440968969355908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2008/04/rock-and-roll-and-argentine-tango.html' title='Rock and Roll and Argentine Tango !'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-4162394774713814442</id><published>2008-02-02T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T18:53:56.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more...</title><content type='html'>...Tango by Javier Rodriguez &amp; Geraldine Rojas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/laNz6t8BZDY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/laNz6t8BZDY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javier Rodriguez and Geraldine Rojas dancing tango " En Esta Tarde Gris " from Anibal Trolio, at Carlos Gavito show in 2002 year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-4162394774713814442?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/4162394774713814442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/4162394774713814442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-more.html' title='One more...'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-5466631525966622958</id><published>2007-12-19T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T19:29:06.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tango music and dance videos from YouTube.</title><content type='html'>Milonga del solitario - Atahualpa Yupanqui &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sxQoxHaRXzM&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sxQoxHaRXzM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Osvaldo Pugliese - La Yumba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YDJ2W1nAk9c&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" 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rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/5466631525966622958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2007/12/tango-music-and-dance-videos-from.html' title='Tango music and dance videos from YouTube.'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-5841564376911683960</id><published>2007-12-10T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:31:25.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intimissimi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/R14F1DczVEI/AAAAAAAAARw/NqqRg8mMDSo/s1600-h/hearttango_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/R14F1DczVEI/AAAAAAAAARw/NqqRg8mMDSo/s400/hearttango_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142554233521001538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monica Bellucci - HeartTango.. New spot Intimissimi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U6j6uOyvBp0&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U6j6uOyvBp0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started in 1986, the Italian Intimissimi brand is very popular both in Italy and in the rest of Southern Europe. Thanks to the label now being sold at the largest Victoria's Secret boutiques in the United States, it's also gaining popularity across the ocean with its sexy and affordable pieces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-5841564376911683960?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/5841564376911683960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/5841564376911683960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2007/12/intimissimi.html' title='Intimissimi'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/R14F1DczVEI/AAAAAAAAARw/NqqRg8mMDSo/s72-c/hearttango_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-7148423445298470336</id><published>2007-11-24T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T18:09:47.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luiza Possi "Tango De Nanci"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J51bcpyYbBI&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J51bcpyYbBI&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YouTube Video - Luiza Possi "Tango De Nanci"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-7148423445298470336?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/7148423445298470336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/7148423445298470336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2007/11/luiza-possi-tango-de-nanci.html' title='Luiza Possi &quot;Tango De Nanci&quot;'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-3456226788155290341</id><published>2007-11-24T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:31:26.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tango</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/R0hm6uoUAkI/AAAAAAAAARM/O-FwNA8QnZI/s1600-h/TANGO-POEMA-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/R0hm6uoUAkI/AAAAAAAAARM/O-FwNA8QnZI/s400/TANGO-POEMA-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136468534151610946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last decade has seen a world-wide explosion of interest in the most unlikely places. In London you can tango every night of the week; in tiny towns in Holland, Germany, even Norway and Finland (where it has been declared as national music and dance) , tango aficionados gather together night after night. Japan has its own tango sub-culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birth of tango took place towards mid-19th century, with the formation of dwelling conglomerates around the young city of Buenos Aires. Those who lived there, peasants from inland, European immigrants and some disadvantaged porteños (born in Buenos Aires) made up a new social class. Perhaps as a way of identifying themselves as a group and of feeling they belonged in their new home, they began to create cultural expressions derived from this mixture. This was the start of tango, characterized by its extremely closed codes, which were only accessible to the working classes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to this impossibility of understanding by other audiences, the diffusion of tango was difficult and was basically approached through dance, which was earlier than tango itself in its most characteristic musical format (let alone sung tango, which arrived much later). It is clear that tango culture, understood as some particular usages and customs, is earlier than tango as an artistic expression. Salon dances involving a man and a woman embracing were the precedent for tango, which was refined until it became what has long been known as tango. Somebody said: -Tango is something else than a soft wave turned into music, it is the deepest dance in the world -, and he who spoke these words was not Argentine. The truth is that it must be acknowledged that it represents the last step in the universal dance evolution as regards dances of mixed couples.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What started with dance was eventually coming of age in the expert hands of great men, who, inspired in the popular melting pot, captured the richest part of the Buenos Aires culture in their compositions. Themes always refer to the ordinary man and his problems, the city and memories. Thus, tango becomes a portrayal of Buenos Aires and its people. For this reason, undoubtedly, since the best of the Buenos Aires culture is carried in each song, tango gained ground abroad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-3456226788155290341?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/3456226788155290341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/3456226788155290341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2007/11/tango.html' title='The Tango'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/R0hm6uoUAkI/AAAAAAAAARM/O-FwNA8QnZI/s72-c/TANGO-POEMA-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-1271204399281782357</id><published>2007-11-24T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:31:26.271-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Tango</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/R0hlAeoUAjI/AAAAAAAAARE/nbM0vzm-KPA/s1600-h/03677001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/R0hlAeoUAjI/AAAAAAAAARE/nbM0vzm-KPA/s400/03677001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136466433912603186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it like to dance the original tango, the one from Buenos Aires? More than any other dance, the Tango is a dance of intimacy, passion, and connection. Two equals share one of the most intimate of relationships available in public. They are close enough to feel each other's body heat, close enough that their eyes can lock and look deeply into their partner's very soul. Close enough, that if they are not careful, it will ignite a passion they never knew they were capable of experiencing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salon style Argentine tango is a conversation, one without words. Yet it explores one's deepest self and brings the innermost passions and desires to the fore, for all to see. It's not for wimps, nor is it necessarily the flash of stage tango either. Salon style Argentine tango is all about the connection that forms between a man and a woman. To dance it well is to dance from the heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To dance salon style Argentine tango well also requires being open to the moment, balanced, poised and able to move in any direction gracefully and easily. Other dances, like Viennese waltzes and polkas for example, have fairly rigid patterns of steps that repeat over and over again. However, the tango, the true tango from Argentina, doesn't. It is nearly a completely improvisational dance. The nearest thing to a requirement would be to take one step per beat of the music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For such a highly improvisational dance, unusually, salon style Argentine tango is also a completely lead dance as well. There are certain basic steps to learn, like walking forward, walking back, side steps and pivots, for example and, there is one set pattern to salon style Argentine tango; it's called 'walking to the cross'. But once these fundamental steps are learned and mastered, Oh! It's magic! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking to the Cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to explain 'walking to the cross', the idea of tracks must be introduced. In salon style Argentine tango, there are three tracks dancers can dance on: the inside, the centre, and the outside. When dancing along the inside track, the man's right foot is to the right of the woman's left foot. Dancing the centre track, the man's right foot is between his partner's feet. While dancing the outside track means that the man's left foot is to the left of the woman's right foot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With most walking dance styles1, it is possible to dance forever along each of the tracks. Salon style Argentine tango is different. Though the outside and centre tracks can be danced along for eternity, the inside track can only be danced along for a couple of steps before the follower will cross her left foot in front of her right. She does this in order to resume dancing on the centre track. This is what is known as 'walking to the cross'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salon style Argentine tango is actually a sort of a hybrid between being a purely walking style dance and a purely stationary style dance2. As it evolved in very small and crowded dance halls, couples typically could only walk a few steps along the line of dance at a time. Then they had to stop and circle around each other, as other couples blocked their right of way. Once traffic eased, they could resume walking along the line of dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is convenient because the tempo of a tango usually slows down then speeds up slightly while it is being played. The ebb and flow of the tempo coupled with the ebb and flow of traffic adds to the dramatic tension of the dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A useful idea for dancing well is to imagine there's a column of energy connecting each partner, heart to heart while dancing. This column acts almost like a coiled spring, accentuating the tension of the frame while simultaneously connecting the partners. If they drift too far apart, the spring pulls them together. If the partners move too close, the spring pushes them back to their proper places. The distance between the dancers' hearts should be roughly four to eight inches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the woman, the challenge is to maintain the tension of the dance frame while simultaneously opening herself totally and just surrendering to the music and her partner's lead. For the man, the challenge is to maintain the embrace, entering into the woman's space while giving her just enough room to step into grace and beauty. It's a completely fascinating and intoxicating combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally, dancers learn how to be a follower first, before they're ever taught how to lead. One of the keys to being a good follower is simply to be fully present, vibrantly aware and alert. The focus of the attention has to be right here, right now, with no expectations and no worries. It takes a quiet mind and a peaceful soul to be a good follower. It also takes a tremendous amount of inner strength, as well, because it's more than simply submission. To be a good follower they have to willingly and totally surrender to the lead given. They have to allow it to penetrate their consciousness, accept it deeply inside, and then, finally, move into the step lead with abandon. No half measures, no hanging back and no second guessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the follower, they need to be fully in their body and completely out of their head. They need to move from their centre, while being thoroughly grounded and balanced. They need to be fully connected to their own sensuality, sexuality and passion. They must be willing to welcome their partner's lead, open themselves up, and accept him entering into their space. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leader has to lead with confidence and assurance. He has to move with grace, power and trust. The leader must trust his follower will dance with him, move with him, accept and respond to his touch willingly, eagerly and confidently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While salon style Argentine tango is a completely lead dance, the lead only applies one step at a time. The man provides a lead; the follower takes a step. The man provides another lead; the follower takes another step. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, once the leader indicates a lead, it's up to the follower to step into it confidently, and purposefully. If she wants to be coy for a moment and flirt, that's OK. But once she commits to the step, she needs to step into it with her whole heart, soul and being. Part of being a good follower is only to take the step requested, then stop. At that point, they pause, waiting, open to the moment for the next request. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's up to the leader to keep track of where his follower is, and only request steps that are feasible. It's also up to the leader to make his lead clear. It really detracts from the follower's experience trying to follow a mushy lead. While the leader can, if he chooses, map out a sequence of steps, he should only lead one at a time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Improvisation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While salon style Argentine tango is a completely lead dance, it's also extremely improvisational. There is a leader, usually the man, and a follower, usually the woman. It's up to the leader to indicate what's to happen next and the follower, usually, complies. However, the lead is very fluid. It can, and frequently does, shift from one partner to the other. When the nominal follower does something other than what the nominal leader indicates, she assumes the lead for a step or two. The nominal leader, if he's good, accepts and flows with the nominal follower, following her lead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the woman chooses to interpret her partner's request is up to her; it's up to him to incorporate her response into the flow of the dance. He's dancing with her, not at her, or to her. Each partner is an equal co-creator of their 'conversation without words'. When it happens, the leader, if he's a good one, adjusts to the response given instead of the one anticipated. That's one of the things that make salon style Argentine tango so challenging. It really forces the dancers to be completely in the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, the lead can shift from man to woman and back again. The man is primarily the leader, but also has to be willing and able to instantly shift into being a follower at a moment's notice. The woman generally is the follower, but she can, at any time, assert a lead. During the course of the dance, they mix and match according to their interpretation of the lead that is given. A useful maxim to keep in mind is; while the follower may not always be right, she is never wrong. That's one of the things that gives the dance its power and grace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ebb and flow of control means that the leader has to be very attentive to his partner and where she is, right here, right now. In return, the leader has the right to expect his follower be completely present and attentive to him while they dance as well. The emotional impact of that kind of total, focused attention is awesome. About the only other place one can get that kind of attention is from a lover, in bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it works, it is magic. Salon style Argentine tango is an art form, an interpretation of passion through movement to music. The movements should be respectful while simultaneously portraying the passion and desire inherent in the dance. The dancers have to allow themselves to be carried by the music, intimacy, and sensuality of the dance to the very edge of their self-control. But, they still have to hold back, just a tiny, tiny bit. Otherwise, the emotional impact would simply blow them away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a lot of practice to become fluid. Some people just do the most basic steps for years, while continually discovering subtleties in them. Salon style Argentine tango is such an incredibly rich dance because it lets us reveal our innermost self. To get anywhere with it, one simply has to let go, surrender to the music and trust their partner. The level of intimacy that develops is incredible. And it happens, Bam! Right here, right now, moving to the flow of the music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-1271204399281782357?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/1271204399281782357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/1271204399281782357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2007/11/dancing-tango.html' title='Dancing Tango'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/R0hlAeoUAjI/AAAAAAAAARE/nbM0vzm-KPA/s72-c/03677001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-2512485025614879500</id><published>2007-11-19T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:31:26.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tango Instructor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/R0JKiuoUAcI/AAAAAAAAAQM/LkcHsTGU0k4/s1600-h/tango-lesson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/R0JKiuoUAcI/AAAAAAAAAQM/LkcHsTGU0k4/s400/tango-lesson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134748485648908738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-2512485025614879500?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/2512485025614879500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/2512485025614879500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2007/11/tango-instructor.html' title='Tango Instructor!'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/R0JKiuoUAcI/AAAAAAAAAQM/LkcHsTGU0k4/s72-c/tango-lesson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-5841210447823089484</id><published>2007-11-17T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:31:26.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malena es un nombre de tango</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/Rz96c-oUAXI/AAAAAAAAAPk/uUAGXPxpqGc/s1600-h/malena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/Rz96c-oUAXI/AAAAAAAAAPk/uUAGXPxpqGc/s400/malena.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133956738492662130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is arduously difficult to make a decent film starting from a novel by Almudena Grandes. Besides `Malena' we already have her novel `Las Edades de Lulú' (1990, Bigas Luna) turned into a film - one might say with more pain than glory. Grandes is one of those novelists coming up out of the post-Franco years, and though what she writes is clearly free of taboos, especially those of a sexual nature, her style and quality of writing is poor, to say the least. More or less bred on romantic rosy love-stories by Corín Tellado, Grandes simply puts in the spicy bits and adds her own sexual fantasies and frustrations for good measure. Thus we have both Lulú and Malena coming out of their innocent adolescency into being young women bent on satisfying their sexual desires at any cost, the price being their own self-destruction. And with no doubt, in both cases, Grandes seems equally bent on portraying rather cheaply her own would-have-been appetites. Her language is often crude, reaching extreme vulgarity, which in itself is not precisely appropriate for writing anything of a decent literary level. She is, of course, no D.H. Lawrence... Such that `Malena' might have been a considerably better film if it had started off from superior material. Ariadna Gil as Malena and Marta Belaustégui as her twin sister Reina are impeccable, though Gil was superb two years later in `Lágrimas Negras' (q.v.). However the story just seems to be a revamping of `Lulú' as the basic concepts of a highly sexually-awakened woman is the basic entwining thread. `Malena' wins by having better characterization and perhaps better directing, though this may just be a penchant of mine as I thoroughly dislike Óscar Ladoire in `Lulú' or any other film. And of course it has Ariadna Gil, perhaps the best actress in Spain today. In both `Malena' and `Lulú' one `smells' the inherent `antimachismo' displayed by Grandes; but peculiarly, it is herself who is inadvertently putting her own finger on her outdated concepts, probably due to the fact that a patriarchal masculinism governed her home in her infancy (see: Miguel A. Pérez Abad) which has led her to making men seem like `troglodytes' (ibid.). However, in neither of the two films does this convince, let alone succeed. Quote Almudena Grandes: &lt;&lt;The most important prize for a writer is his readers: it is the only thing that cannot be tampered with and never gets out of date.&gt;&gt; End quote. Yes, that may be so, but we must take into account that most readers in Spain do not have well-founded criteria with which to judge good, mediocre or bad literature. Hopefully Spanish film-makers will leave this writer in peace and not return to her for any further fantasious inspirations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/"&gt;IMDb&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-5841210447823089484?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/5841210447823089484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/5841210447823089484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2007/11/malena-es-un-nombre-de-tango.html' title='Malena es un nombre de tango'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/Rz96c-oUAXI/AAAAAAAAAPk/uUAGXPxpqGc/s72-c/malena.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-6352357370871799577</id><published>2007-11-16T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T07:45:32.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tango World Record ?</title><content type='html'>Tango World Record - Tim Ferriss and Alicia Monti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H9pWKB2D23k&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H9pWKB2D23k&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this video, Timothy Ferriss and Alicia Monti set a tango Guinness world record on the Live with Regis and Kelly show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-6352357370871799577?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/6352357370871799577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/6352357370871799577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2007/11/tango-world-record.html' title='Tango World Record ?'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-4312464148909765790</id><published>2007-11-12T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:31:26.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tango Secrets!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/Rzk2X6BDSqI/AAAAAAAAAOw/vvsSPWcsz68/s1600-h/tango-secrets.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/Rzk2X6BDSqI/AAAAAAAAAOw/vvsSPWcsz68/s400/tango-secrets.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132193034703948450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No,ill not tell you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-4312464148909765790?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/4312464148909765790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/4312464148909765790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2007/11/tango-secrets.html' title='Tango Secrets!'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/Rzk2X6BDSqI/AAAAAAAAAOw/vvsSPWcsz68/s72-c/tango-secrets.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-5597541882983467351</id><published>2007-11-12T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T21:24:49.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Cool New Videos!</title><content type='html'>Dance to Inspire, Inspire to Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ALtIwy77RU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ALtIwy77RU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xjVlU4sTBig&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xjVlU4sTBig&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evolution of the Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dMH0bHeiRNg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dMH0bHeiRNg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H2gw9VE16mo&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H2gw9VE16mo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing Break Dance Video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UYFDYX4i2EY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UYFDYX4i2EY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance of wolves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p8C8AVWLhwI&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p8C8AVWLhwI&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joaquin Cortes - Bailaor Flamenco &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qdO0NM8Gjrw&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qdO0NM8Gjrw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ballet videos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ByfNunK-ysc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ByfNunK-ysc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_sVfcI7utOc"&gt;ETC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-5597541882983467351?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/5597541882983467351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/5597541882983467351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2007/11/some-cool-new-videos.html' title='Some Cool New Videos!'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-2518731984437275453</id><published>2007-11-12T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:31:27.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo of the Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/RzkuIKBDSpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/qQoYtAQYy2U/s1600-h/tango-argentino-photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/RzkuIKBDSpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/qQoYtAQYy2U/s400/tango-argentino-photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132183968027986578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, this is not tango horse!&lt;br /&gt;check this youtube video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nVWYMl2yg1E&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nVWYMl2yg1E&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-2518731984437275453?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/2518731984437275453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/2518731984437275453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2007/11/photo-of-day.html' title='Photo of the Day!'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/RzkuIKBDSpI/AAAAAAAAAOo/qQoYtAQYy2U/s72-c/tango-argentino-photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-5179503823139718100</id><published>2007-11-11T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:31:27.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adriana Varela</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/RzfAlaBDSaI/AAAAAAAAANI/9yt5CNvcv7A/s1600-h/adriana-varela2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/RzfAlaBDSaI/AAAAAAAAANI/9yt5CNvcv7A/s400/adriana-varela2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131782049283393954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adriana Varela (born Beatriz Adriana Lichinchi on May 9, 1952 in Avellaneda, Buenos Aires, Argentina) is a female Argentine tango singer, with a successful career that encompasses seven records, as well as minor movie roles.&lt;br /&gt;Adriana Varela is regarded as one of the main Argentine tango singers of recent times, with a prominent singing career that begun in 1991 with a cassette named "Tangos". Two years later she launched her second record, "Maquillaje", where she also included her previous works. This record would prove very successful, with the special participation of renowned artists such as singer Roberto Goyeneche and pianist Virgilio Expósito. For this album she was awarded the ACE award two years in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between 1991 and 1996 she recorded three more albums, "Corazones Perversos", "Tangos de Lengue", and "Tango en Vivo", which was recorded live on June 1996 at the Coliseo Theatre in Buenos Aires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between the years 1996 and 1998 her fame increased, with her participation on famous festivals such as "La Mar de Músicas" in Cartagena, the Porto Alegre festival, and the Grec Festival in Barcelona. In the latter, the full audience stood up to cheer her performance for a considerable time, as a proof of her increasing popularity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adriana Varela - Malena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ylBlyehEg_o&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ylBlyehEg_o&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the years that followed, she has begun the creation of a new album, "Cuando el río suena", under the artistic direction of Jaime Roos, and has participated in the Bajofondo Tango Club alternative "electro-tango" group, where she has a notable performance as lead singer in the songs "Perfume" and "Mi Corazón", among others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Varela has also acted minor roles in movies such as Al Corazón, directed by Mario Sábato, and in Marcelo Piñeyro's Plata Quemada, and is also known for her outspoken left-wing politics, which she has never attempted to hide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-5179503823139718100?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/5179503823139718100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/5179503823139718100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2007/11/adriana-varela.html' title='Adriana Varela'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/RzfAlaBDSaI/AAAAAAAAANI/9yt5CNvcv7A/s72-c/adriana-varela2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-1473369041899061259</id><published>2007-11-11T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:31:27.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Villa Urquiza Tango Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/Rze9gaBDSXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/zmdCbTAJWbI/s1600-h/51A1JQJC1DL__SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/Rze9gaBDSXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/zmdCbTAJWbI/s400/51A1JQJC1DL__SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131778664849164658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Villa Urquiza is a barrio or neighborhood of Buenos Aires city, capital of Argentina. It is located between the barrios of Villa Pueyrredón, Belgrano, Villa Ortúzar, Coghlan , Saavedra and Agronomía. Its limits are the streets and avenues Constituyentes, Crisólogo Larralde, Galván, Núñez, Tronador, Roosevelt, Rómulo S. Naón and La Pampa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a residential neighborhood of both old houses and apartment buildings, quiet streets and a few fast-traffic, crowded avenues. It has several parks that make it very pleasant. During the summer, it is not uncommon to see neighbors talking to each other, comfortably sitting on their chairs on the sidewalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also home of several institutions of importance to the Buenos Aires culture, such as the tango and milonga ballrooms Sunderland and Club Sin Rumbo, and the winner of the last three futsal metropolitan tournaments, Club Pinocho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The founder of Villa Urquiza was Francisco Seeber who was a soldier in the War of the Triple Alliance against Paraguay, mayor of Buenos Aires between 1889 and 1890, merchant and president of the Ferrocarril Oeste (Western Railway). In its beginnings, the barrio was composed by three small neighborhoods called Villa Catalinas, Villa Mazzini and Villa Modelo. The neighborhoods were situated on top of highlands, almost 40 meters above sea level. At the time, Francisco Seeber owned a company downtown called "Muelle de las Catalinas" (Catalinas' Wharfs), located at very low ground. So he bought the lands so much of them could be used to refill his company downtown. The workers that had worked on the project were mostly from the province of Entre Ríos. And subsequently, they asked for the neighborhood to be named after their provincial hero, Justo José de Urquiza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancers who are currently leading the wave of Villa Urquiza Style tango are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/Rze-C6BDSYI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Jz_CiHNc6-0/s1600-h/01_Geraldine%2520Rojas%2520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/Rze-C6BDSYI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Jz_CiHNc6-0/s400/01_Geraldine%2520Rojas%2520.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131779257554651522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Perez y Rosa &lt;br /&gt;Jorge Dispari y La Turca &lt;br /&gt;El Chino Perico &lt;br /&gt;Javier Rodriguez y Andrea Misse &lt;br /&gt;Andres Laza Moreno y Samantha Dispari &lt;br /&gt;Fabian Peralta y Natacha Poberaj &lt;br /&gt;Geraldine Rojas &lt;br /&gt;the Misse family (Andrea, Sebastian, Gabriel, y Stella). &lt;br /&gt;To this day, tango classes that teach the "Villa Urquiza style" are held in Club Sunderland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/Rze-Y6BDSZI/AAAAAAAAANA/qXKv6nzR79g/s1600-h/buenos-aires-tango-show.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/Rze-Y6BDSZI/AAAAAAAAANA/qXKv6nzR79g/s400/buenos-aires-tango-show.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131779635511773586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-1473369041899061259?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/1473369041899061259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/1473369041899061259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2007/11/villa-urquiza-tango-style.html' title='Villa Urquiza Tango Style'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/Rze9gaBDSXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/zmdCbTAJWbI/s72-c/51A1JQJC1DL__SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-6853792210721733115</id><published>2007-11-08T21:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T21:17:42.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It takes two to Tango ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6JlTRRxL5WE&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6JlTRRxL5WE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It takes two to Tango... usually. Shot on Ilkley Moor, Yorkshire Sculpture Park and Runswick Bay, a lone Tango dancer traverses various outdoor terrain and trashes her treasured tango shoes on the way. Exchanging the milongas of Buenos Aires for the countryside of Yorkshire this short offers up an incongruous Point Of View.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-6853792210721733115?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/6853792210721733115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/6853792210721733115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2007/11/it-takes-two-to-tango.html' title='It takes two to Tango ?'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-6920678889694261857</id><published>2007-11-08T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T21:13:15.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tango from "Take The Lead" movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ce2N_LprfeI&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ce2N_LprfeI&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antonio Banderas stars in Take The Lead modeled after ballroom dance teacher Pierre Dulaine who brought his program to inner city schools giving kids confidence by teaching them how to waltz, cha cha and do the tango. The sexy Spaniard who has done a bit of dancing himself opposite Chita Rivera in the Broadway musical Nine says he dared to tango in the film. "I have a facility for physicality and physical things in a certain way. I will never be a great dancer but after dancing with Chita Rivera for 228 performances on Broadway I may dare to just play a tango in the movie. In movies you can do that actually but if you go into theater you have to be more careful because its real time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hgE515eY5N4&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hgE515eY5N4&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-6920678889694261857?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/6920678889694261857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/6920678889694261857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2007/11/tango-from-take-lead-movie.html' title='Tango from &quot;Take The Lead&quot; movie'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-720086362222953891</id><published>2007-11-07T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:31:27.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EL LUNFARDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/RzJ2IKBDSLI/AAAAAAAAALc/G12g5Ei6U_Y/s1600-h/sexy_lips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/RzJ2IKBDSLI/AAAAAAAAALc/G12g5Ei6U_Y/s400/sexy_lips.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130292808028211378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como consecuencia de la inmigración masiva que caracteriza el periodo que va desde mediados del siglo XIX hasta la mitad del XX, la cultura argentina de hoy resulta modificada por las costumbres de los europeos y en particular las de los italianos. La gran incidencia que tuvieron los rasgos culturales italianos en este proceso de asimilación tiene principalmente dos razones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La primera es de carácter cuantitativo y se explica mirando los datos estadísticos del proceso inmigratorio. La idea de una repoblación de Buenos Aires se sostiene en las cifras demográficas y en los porcentajes de inmigrantes que en 1914 alcanza el valor del 49 por ciento. Casi 12 millones de descendientes de italianos, emigrados cuando Europa no podía saciar sus poblaciones, llevaron valores y tradiciones que representaban todo lo que quedaba en sus manos y también la base sobre la cual construir y cambiar gradualmente sus propias costumbres, según lo que se les presente en el nuevo mundo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La segunda es de tipo cualitativo y concierne a las semejanzas entre los elementos culturales que entran en contacto. Tener raíces comunes, como en este caso el hablar una lengua de derivación latina, es un catalizador para una fusión de valores porque contribuye a derrumbar las barreras culturales y los prejuicios. Suele decirse con razón que no hubo en Buenos Aires un proceso claro de asimilación de tipo tradicional; esto es, cuando una sociedad receptora sólidamente constituida desde el punto de vista sociodemográfico recibe migraciones externas y les impone un sistema cultural más o menos uniforme. En tales casos tradicionales, los inmigrantes deben sufrir un proceso de adaptación a la situación preexistente y, en muchos casos, constituyen una minoría étnica. El camino entonces fue inverso, la existencia de ciertos ámbitos de integración (barrio periférico, escuela nacional obligatoria y gratuita, ciertas formas de expresión artística, etc.) que fueron borrando paulatinamente las diferencias culturales está comprobada por varios especialistas, como Francis Korn y James Scobie; así que más que asimilación lo que hubo en Buenos Aires fue fusión lisa y llanamente. Los estilos de vida que los inmigrantes iban a aprender no revolucionaban completamente los valores sedimentados y por lo tanto los viejos modelos de vida no se perdían, servían de puente hacia los nuevos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguiendo una perspectiva histórica podemos decir que el fenómeno inmigración se coloca en un periodo en que la Argentina se estaba organizando y consolidando como estado. El país entró en una etapa de crecimiento económico basado en la exportación de productos agropecuarios y la clase dirigente decidió que había que insertarse en el mercado europeo, cuyas necesidades fueron especialmente que se los proveyera de materias primas, como lana, carne, cereales, etc. (por eso la zona del litoral, que en un primer tiempo era más atrasada con respecto al interior, gracias a la presencia de los puertos comerciales, fue el motor de la economía argentina). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para llevar a cabo este objetivo era indispensable cambiar la estructura económica Argentina, y nada mejor que tomar como ejemplo a Estados Unidos. El inicio de la modernidad en el país trajo consigo nuevos valores y problemas propios como el surgimiento de nuevos sectores sociales: la clase obrera, la burguesía industrial y las capas medias; a los que se sumaron grandes cantidades de inmigrantes europeos (en su mayoría italianos y españoles). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respecto a las condiciones receptivas de América latina, luego del período prohibitivo colonial, los liberales del siglo XIX fomentaron la inversión extranjera y la inmigración, especialmente la europea que llevaría experiencia y la tecnología (el inmigrante ideal del Facundo de Sarmiento). El inmigrante era parte de la política poblacional de las repúblicas agrarias de América Latina, puesto que se concebía que la abundancia de ciudadanos simbolizaba grandeza. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puede decirse que hasta la independencia, el interior era la parte más poblada y rica. El litoral, más atrasado y pobre, comenzaba apenas su expansión. Las fronteras internas del país ceñían aún estrechamente la región pampeana y el norte santafesino. El sur de Buenos Aires, Córdoba, San Luis y Mendoza, y toda la pampa y la Patagonia eran inhóspitos, como también, hacia el norte, El gran Chaco y Misiones. Sólo los aborígenes, cuyas cifras no alcanzaban a la vigésima parte de la población total, vivían fuera de esos límites. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ese carácter desértico e inexplorado del territorio argentino fue el punto de partida de todos los proyectos de transformación nacional. Los políticos de la época reclamaban más hombres fuertes para poblar las tierras asoladas por los indígenas. Juan Bautista Alberdi al preparar las bases jurídicas de la nación reafirmaba la idea:"En América, gobernar es poblar". Colonizar el desierto y hacer producir la tierra era el paso ineludible para llegar a ser un país independiente. Así pensaron también los Constituyentes en Santa fe en 1853, cuando otorgaron derechos a todos los habitantes, sin distinción de nacionalidades. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se hicieron grandes obras públicas como las instalaciones de agua corriente y de salubridad, se expandió la red de ferrocarriles, se construyeron edificios públicos y viviendas privadas, y por esto comenzaron a llegar miles de inmigrantes quienes trasformaron la sociedad tradicional con nuevas pautas culturales. La mayoría de ellos se hacinaron en las grandes ciudades y no en el campo, se calcula que nueve de cada diez inmigrantes se instalaron en la región litoral-pampeana, y en la ciudad de Buenos Aires quedaron de dos a tres de cada diez de los que llegaban al país. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la perspectiva socio-cultural el proceso que se manifiesta expresa una amalgama, una interrelación cultural y una fusión étnica; esto sucede con la penetración de la lengua del inmigrante en la literatura. A fines del siglo pasado Buenos Aires fue parangonada frecuentemente con una torre de Babel: "promiscuidad de tipos y promiscuidad de idiomas. Aquí los sonidos ásperos como escupitajos del alemán, mezclándose impíamente a las dulces notas de la lengua italiana; allí los acentos viriles del inglés haciendo dúo con los chisporroteos maliciosos de la terminología criolla; del otro lado las monerías y suavidades del francés, respondiendo al ceceo susurrante de la rancia pronunciación española". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La literatura argentina en los años que van desde 1870 hasta 1930, reproduce el complejo proceso de asimilación de la temática, de la lengua, de los contrastes culturales, provocados por el fenómeno inmigratorio. Desde la década del 50, en la literatura, en la música popular (el tango), en los mass-media (dramas radiofónicos, historietas) y en el cine, el inmigrado sigue cubriendo papeles notables. El lenguaje del italiano y el mismo lenguaje del español en sus peculiaridades regionales (gallego, catalán, andaluz, etc.) se convirtieron en el núcleo de la comicidad, en el sainete (género teatral popular que tuvo gran difusión en los años 30). Los diálogos más serios del inmigrante se convierten en cómicos en su lenguaje, como si su imperfección formal no pudiese tener contenidos serios. Sin embargo, en el momento en que hace la caricatura del interlocutor inmigrante, el argentino absorbe el lenguaje del otro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los italianismos se difundieron, al principio, en los estratos más bajos de la sociedad, contribuyendo al enriquecimiento del vocabulario "lunfardo". En la zona del Río de la Plata se da la tendencia a designar como lunfardo al lenguaje de los suburbios, o sea, la jerga de los delincuentes. Los barrios de Buenos Aires fueron el escenario donde se encontraron los gauchos que llegaban del interior y los inmigrantes europeos en busca de su primera ocupación. En estos lugares de marginación, las dos culturas establecieron los primeros contactos y produjeron, al principio, esta forma de comunicación que tiene como su objetivo principal el de disimular las intenciones de quienes las practican. La estructura del lunfardo se nutre de la sustitución de sustantivos, verbos, adjetivos e interjecciones castellanas por términos, a los que les cambia el significado, provenientes del italiano, de sus dialectos, de las lengua indígenas y hasta de palabras españolas. Un elemento auxiliar del lunfardo es el vesre, o sea, la pronunciación de las palabras cambiando el orden de las sílabas: tango es gotán, bacán es camba, viejo es jovie, cabeza es zabeca y así sucesivamente. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviamente ese "idioma" no tiene reglas fijas y muestra un enorme dinamismo; la gente del hampa y los internos de las cárceles ensayan continuamente variaciones que, cuando tienen éxito y son aceptadas, se expanden a velocidad vertiginosa. Por lo tanto el lunfardo entendido como forma de comunicación entre delincuentes representó solamente una etapa de desarrollo de esta jerga que con el pasar del tiempo fue convirtiéndose en una lengua popular hablada por diversos sectores de la población. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La inmigración italiana dejó en las letras de tango y en las conversaciones de los argentinos un número considerable de vocablos de los dialectos peninsulares y del italiano. Los italianismos conservados con el mismo significado, o con una extensión del significado y con modificaciones en la grafía que adaptan aproximadamente la pronunciación de la palabra italiana al castellano, se ven en la siguiente lista. Es notable la forma directa, casi brutal y sin embargo muy eficiente con la que se castellaniza la palabra italiana: generalmente eliminación de las "dobles","sh" por "sc", "yi" por "gi", "ch" por "cc", agregado de una vocal ("es") para expresar la "s" inicial, vocal que se suprime casi siempre al final, a la manera de los dialectos del norte de Italia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los verbos secar, estufar, escochar vienen de los italianos "seccare", "stufare" e "scocciare", con el mismo significado; son de uso frecuente. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cafishio: sufre una adecuación de la pronunciación, es una adaptación del italiano "stoccafisso" (bacalao), sustantivo empleado para denominar al "ruffiano" (rufián; como adjetivo puede significar elegante). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiaca: viene de "fiacca" (pereza, dialectal, por "pigrizia"). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mufa: de "muffa" (moho). En Buenos Aires se usa para designar un estado de ánimo, en el que el alma se recubre de "mufa". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crepar: de "crepare" (morir, más fuerte que "morire"). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laburo: de "laburar" (trabajar), adaptación dialectal (lavurer, lavurar) del italiano "lavorare". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelandrún: de la forma dialectal "pelandrone" ("sfaticato" en italiano, haragán en castellano). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasticho: de "pasticcio", pastel o albóndiga en italiano, por extensión enredo, confusión o lío. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esquifoso: del italiano "schifoso", asqueroso. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atenti!: Exclamativo que significa ¡cuidado! ¡Atención! Muy parecido al italiano "attenti"! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fachatosta: de "facciatosta", literalmente "caradura". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afilar: del dialectal italiano "filare" (corteggiare, o sea cortejar). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chau: del dialectal "ciao" (hola, adiós, hasta pronto, hasta luego) pero usado solo cuando se despide una persona, y no cuando se la encuentra; los argentinos nos encontramos castellanos y nos despedimos italianos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuca: de "ciucca" (borrachera). El sobrenombre Coco o Coca, de "cocco" (o "cocco della mamma"), a su vez del verbo "coccolare", que significa halagar, complacer, satisfacer, tratar afectivamente, sobre todo a un niño, hasta llegar el extremo de malcriar o sofocar de cariño. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pibe: muchacho del dialectal "pive" (xeneize, lengua de Genova) que significa aprendiz o muchacho de los mandados de un artesano o comerciante. Era desconocido en Italia fuera de Liguria, hasta que volvió a entrar desde Argentina por medio del lenguaje futbolístico (el pibe de oro, referido a Maradona). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manyar: de "mangiare" (comer en italiano). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiro: de "giro, girare" (en italiano la "g" de giro se pronuncia como la "y" de "ya" en el castellano argentino), La expresión verbal significa girar, deambular, por la calle o por los caminos. Como sustantivo (exclusivamente en masculino) se utiliza para designar las prostitutas, sobre todo desde cuando "mina" perdió su significado original y pasó a ser mujer en general. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bachicha: sustantivo y adjetivo que significa muy gordo/a y deriva del italiano "ciccia" que literalmente significa "carne" . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bochar: de "bocciare" (aplazar un examen) es el equivalente del bochar castellano que en italiano tiene también un acepción escolar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capo: Jefe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contamuse: del homónino italiano, es un sustantivo usado para indicar a los mentirosos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enyetar: del dialecto napolitano "jettatura", "jettatore". Figura del imaginario colectivo que designa a los individuos cuyos poderes ocultos tienen la capacidad de transmitir mala suerte &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Festichola: palabra que se dice cuando hay una fiesta con excesos de comida y bebida. Del italiano "festicciola", "fare una festicciola".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-720086362222953891?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/720086362222953891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/720086362222953891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2007/11/el-lunfardo.html' title='EL LUNFARDO'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/RzJ2IKBDSLI/AAAAAAAAALc/G12g5Ei6U_Y/s72-c/sexy_lips.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-2977761642596746729</id><published>2007-11-07T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:31:27.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Que es el Tango ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/RzJytKBDSKI/AAAAAAAAALU/Cm8cVh3wdFI/s1600-h/tango13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/RzJytKBDSKI/AAAAAAAAALU/Cm8cVh3wdFI/s400/tango13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130289045636860066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Tango es una forma musical con cuatro pies rítmicos, distribuidos en dos tiempos. Esta música, acompañada por canto y baile de gran complejidad, nació y evolucionó en Argentina, en la zona portuaria del Río de la Plata. Su inicio data aproximadamente desde 1860, en la porteña ciudad de Buenos Aires. Sus letras reflejaban los pesares y amarguras de los inmigrantes europeos, que llegaban en busca de una nueva vida a un continente desconocido. La palabra Tango tiene raíces en África y data de la época en que se comerciaban esclavos. Solía llamarse Tango al sitio en donde se capturaban personas negras, que serían enviadas como esclavos a América y Europa. Palabras derivadas como tangomao designaban a los comerciantes de negros esclavos. Como corolario de lo anteriormente explicado, comenzó a llamarse Tangos a los recintos en donde los negros se agrupaban para bailar cualquier tipo de música. Solían estar ubicados en suburbios y barrios de gente pobre.  El origen del Tango se sitúa en los sectores marginales de la sociedad rioplatense, principalmente prostíbulos, piringundines y cafetines orilleros. Allí, músicos generalmente improvisados, adaptaban pasajes de músicas folclóricas. Algunos agregaban letras breves y poco sofisticadas. Algunas pocas de estas obras fueron compiladas, años después, por músicos de profesión y talento como Julián Aguirre. En 1896 se registra y estrena el primer Tango propiamente dicho. Su autor, Rosendo Mendizábal, lo bautizó El entrerriano. En esos tiempos, una orquesta de Tango no tenía más de 3 ó 4 integrantes, por los que se los denominaba tríos o cuartetos. Dado lo improvisado de los mini espectáculos, siempre utilizaban instrumentos portables. El más representativo del Tango es el bandoneon, un invento alemán poco frecuente. Con el pasar de los años, la primera generación de músicos de orquestas de Tango, fue bautizada como la Guardia Vieja. Los nombres más importantes son: Francisco Canaro, Roberto Firpo, Genaro Sposito, Juan Maglio y Ángel Villoldo.   En los primeros años del siglo XX, el Tango desembarcó en París. Como suele darse con este tipo de movimientos culturales, una vez aceptado en París, ésta música ganó popularidad en el resto de Europa y EE.UU. Esto forzó a que los propios porteños de Buenos Aires aceptaran definitivamente al Tango. Los espectáculos constantes en eventos de la sociedad, fueron el hecho que permitió que se formaran orquestas estables en constante actividad. Éstas orquestas crecieron hasta 6 ó 7 músicos que tocaban violines, pianos, contrabajos y bandoneones.   Ahora el marco de crecimiento permitió una segunda generación de talentos. Su formación académica y profesional fue superior, estimulando notablemente la expansión por el mundo. Ésta nueva generación fue bautizada como la Nueva Guardia, que contaba con talentosos como Osvaldo Fresedo, Juan Carlos Cobián, Julio De Caro y Enrique Delfino. En Uruguay el tango también tuvo su auge, representado por el bandoneonísta Marino Rivero.   Posteriormente surge la figura del cantante. La difusión radial, el teatro y la posibilidad de grabar el audio en discos fue un multiplicador de posibilidades y oportunidades para tangueros apasionados y talentosos. La figura del cantante debía de ser carismática, su vestimenta y actitud transmitían un mensaje y estilo muy propio del ambiente. A su vez, la figura del cantante dio lugar a otro protagonista del Tango: el letrista compositor. El compositor tenía el mismo espíritu del cantante o el músico, por lo que podía expresarlo en su propio medio, la palabra.   Baile de Tango en San TelmoLa música de Tango se baila por una pareja de hombre y mujer. Sus cuerpos se juntan al punto de enfrentarse cara a cara y entrelazar las piernas en complejísimas maniobras. El hombre interpreta un rol enérgico y dominante, propio del machismo de antaño. La mujer lo sigue, teniendo también una coreografía protagónica. El hombre guía a la mujer durante el baile, sigue la música con coreografías complicadas manteniendo el torso casi inmóvil. Piernas y pies se mueven rápida y precisamente, cruzándose y entrelazándose los del hombre con los de la mujer. Baile deTango.Su carácter obsceno era considerado impropio por los integrantes de la “sociedad civilizada”. Provenía de clases bajas y marginales, indignas de reconocimiento. Pero aun así, el auge del Tango comenzó y rápidamente llegó a espectáculos públicos. Allí se los adaptaba, o más sinceramente, se los refinaba para otro tipo de público. Se quitaban líneas de las letras que contuvieran lenguaje inapropiado u ofensivo. El baile era adaptado para eliminar movimientos sugestivos sexualmente. En la actualidad, el Tango es aceptado sin censura alguna. De hecho, en Argentina se llevan a cabo campeonatos mundiales de baile, organizados con apoyo gubernamental en la representativa capital porteña de Buenos aires.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-2977761642596746729?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/2977761642596746729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/2977761642596746729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2007/11/que-es-el-tango.html' title='Que es el Tango ?'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/RzJytKBDSKI/AAAAAAAAALU/Cm8cVh3wdFI/s72-c/tango13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-4422493609721877992</id><published>2007-11-07T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T18:02:19.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LA POESÍA DEL TANGO</title><content type='html'>Desde su mismo origen el tango no fue percibido como lo que en realidad era: una genuina creación de la clase baja, producto del hibridaje y de las oleadas inmigratorias llegadas a Buenos Aires entre finales del siglo XIX y comienzos del XX. Porque, contrariamente a lo que se dijo tantas veces, el tango no fue una creación de marginales. Su historia es una parábola singular que va de las entrañas del pueblo a los libros y las conversaciones de estudiosos y cultivados, de humildes cafés suburbanos y academias de baile al mismísimo Teatro Colón. Una vez que fue legitimado en París, la clase alta de Buenos Aires lo adoptó musical y coreográficamente pero, como ha escrito Eduardo Romano, “nunca deglutieron el vulgarismo y la cursilería de sus letras” (Romano, 1982: 126), las que no obstante acompañaron durante décadas al hombre común en cada uno de los momentos de su vida. Nadie puede poner en duda seriamente que el corpus tanguístico radiografía hueso por hueso la historia sentimental –y, si se quiere, la historia de la vida privada en general– de Buenos Aires durante buena parte del siglo pasado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En la actualidad está claro que, tanto desde el punto de vista de su sistema literario como desde el punto de vista musical, el tango –aunque nos duela– está empezando ya a ser tradicional, y dejando con ello de ser popular, en el sentido de que los nuevos tangos que se escriben –salvo poquísimos casos– no tienen una buena difusión y, aunque la tuvieran, no tienen repercusión más que en un círculo bastante reducido de público, generalmente intelectualizado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si alguna cosa define al tango como género es su hibridez, tanto en lo que respecta a sus raíces musicales como en lo que hace a sus orígenes poéticos. En el primer caso, como se sabe bien, el tango alcanzó su forma primitiva a partir de la confluencia de los ritmos negros, la habanera, el tango andaluz y la milonga. En el segundo, el antecedente inmediato de la letra de tango fue la letra del cuplé español, aunque entre las influencias literarias deben contarse además la de los payadores y la canción criolla. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los payadores tuvieron su edad de oro entre 1890 y 1915, época en la que pasaron de actuar en las fiestas del campo a los circos, teatros y cafetines de nuestra ciudad. Estos cantores –Gabino Ezeiza, José Betinotti, etc.– fueron autores de muchas composiciones de un género que supo llevar a la cumbre el joven Gardel: la canción criolla. Normalmente se acepta que ni la payada ni la canción criolla constituyen una fuente directa de la letra de los primeros tangos, pero creo yo que esta canción criolla tuvo una influencia decisiva en el tono y en la temática de lo que sería, pocos años más tarde, la letra del tango canción. Los temas de este repertorio son la tristeza, la nostalgia por el bien perdido, el abandono, pero también la madre, la guitarra y la traición, todos ellos casi omnipresentes en la poesía del tango.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al mismo tiempo que la canción criolla ingresaba en la ciudad, letrillas o coplas anónimas debidas a la imaginación popular eran adosadas a algunas melodías que en el último cuarto del siglo XIX se interpretaban en Buenos Aires con el nombre de «tangos», aunque musicalmente más bien eran todavía habaneras o milongas. Las letrillas de estos tangos primitivos, que pueden suponerse improvisadas por los compadritos, tenían un carácter festivo, y con frecuencia obsceno. En los primeros años del siglo XX, Ángel Villoldo fue el principal autor y difusor de un tango compadrito o cupletero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La impresión de partituras de tangos transformó el género en patrimonio de todos los conjuntos musicales y en poco tiempo llegaron también a los atriles de los pianos hogareños. La edición de La Morocha, por ejemplo, llegó a vender en poco tiempo más de cien mil ejemplares. También contribuyeron a la difusión de este tango primitivo el fonógrafo, la pianola con rollos y el organito callejero. Al mismo tiempo, el tango criollo comenzó a aparecer en las obras de Nemesio Trejo o Carlos Mauricio Pacheco, pero serían los ecos del triunfo parisino de 1913 los que provocarían la introducción obligada del tango en el teatro argentino, casi siempre sin letra hasta 1918, cuando se decidió incluir Mi noche triste en Los dientes del perro, pieza firmada por José González Castillo y Alberto Weisbach. El romance entre sainete y tango prosiguió aproximadamente hasta 1930, cuando la repetición de la fórmula se convirtió en una rutina cansadora y la radio y el cine iniciaron su era de esplendor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Pero cómo surgió el tango canción? Un poco imprevistamente llegó a él Pascual Contursi en 1914, en la letra de Matasano, cuya primera estrofa reproduce el tono de los cuplés villoldianos pero la letra sufre un vuelco repentino a partir de la segunda: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo he nacido en Buenos Aires&lt;br /&gt;y mi techo ha sido el cielo.&lt;br /&gt;Fue mi único consuelo&lt;br /&gt;la madre que me dio el ser.&lt;br /&gt;Desde entonces mi destino&lt;br /&gt;me arrastra en el padecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y por eso es que en la cara&lt;br /&gt;llevo eterna la alegría,&lt;br /&gt;pero dentro de mi pecho&lt;br /&gt;llevo escondido un dolor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Con Contursi empezó a dejarse ver el sufrimiento. Él se apartó de la alegría del cuplé y entonces aparecieron las penas y los lamentos, y con ellos toda una serie de características de materia y de forma que denotan la influencia decisiva de la canción criolla y de Evaristo Carriego (1883-1912). Pero la creación de Contursi que lo llevó a convertirse en el primer letrista oficial del tango, llegó en 1917, cuando Gardel grabó Mi noche triste, que contenía la primera letra con argumento de la historia del tango:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percanta que me amuraste&lt;br /&gt;en lo mejor de mi vida,&lt;br /&gt;dejándome el alma herida&lt;br /&gt;y espina en el corazón [...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta es la radiografía de un perdedor. A partir de aquí quedaría establecida una primera matriz sobre la cual se cimentaría la estructura toda del sistema literario de las letras de tango. Muy pronto Celedonio Flores se sumó a Contursi, como el segundo poeta de esta primera generación de letristas. Según Osvaldo Pelletieri “ya estaban presentes en la poesía de Carriego la casi totalidad de los elementos necesarios para constituir un sistema literario. Sólo faltaba la creación definitiva de una lengua literaria común, lograr la unión de la poesía y la música y que esta invención encontrara un público” (Pelletieri, 2002). Esto sucedió con Milonguita (1920, letra de Samuel Linnig, música de Enrique Delfino), que modificó la linealidad de las primeras letras de Contursi y Flores, determinando los tres movimientos compuestos por dos estrofas más largas, de carácter narrativo-evocativo y entre ellas una más breve, que exhorta o reflexiona y constituye el estribillo, con frecuencia repetido al final..[1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A partir de la década de 1920, el tango dejó de ser la música del prostíbulo y el boliche del suburbio, y comenzó a ejecutarse en cafés y confiterías, en bailes populares, en cines y teatros, en recreos y clubes. Nació entonces una verdadera industria del tango, cuya vitalidad perduraría durante décadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El tango es una creación única en el mundo, de una riqueza musical extraordinaria y, dadas las diferentes vertientes y estilos, de una riquísima amplitud estética. Pero la música acompañada de una letra –especialmente si se da el caso de que se trate de una buena letra– multiplicó sus posibilidades. Son las letras de tango y no su música las que forman “un universo simbólico y un sistema de creencias” (Azzi, 1995: 86), dentro de los cuales durante décadas la sociedad porteña se ha mantenido. En un archicitado artículo de su Evaristo Carriego, Borges supo preverles a las letras de tango una perduración mayor que la que le auguraba a la obra de algunos poetas cultos de principios del siglo XX: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De valor desigual, ya que notoriamente proceden de centenares y millares de plumas heterogéneas, las letras de tango que la inspiración o la industria han elaborado integran, al cabo de medio siglo, un casi inextricable corpus poeticum que los historiadores de la literatura argentina leerán o, en todo caso, vindicarán. [...] es verosímil que hacia 1990 surja la sospecha o la certidumbre de que la verdadera poesía de nuestro tiempo no está en La urna de Banchs o en Luz de provincia de Mastronardi, sino en las piezas imperfectas y humanas que se atesoran en El alma que canta. (Borges, 1955: 158) [2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son palabras proféticas. Mientras solo unos pocos estudiosos serían capaces de recordar un verso de Banchs o de Mastronardi, en cambio muchos podríamos recordar tangos enteros. Las razones de esa permanencia en el imaginario popular de nuestro tiempo hay que buscarlas en la calidad poética de todas esas letras de tango. Si Waldo Frank dijo que el tango es “la danza popular más profunda del mundo” (Carella, 1966: 15), creo yo que pudo hacerlo porque, como no ocurre con ninguna otra canción popular, el tango es filosófico: lo es en su música y lo es en su baile. Pero sustancialmente lo es en su poesía. Los problemas esenciales de su temática son la muerte, el paso inexorable del tiempo, el desarraigo, la búsqueda de la propia identidad, sin dejar de lado tópicos tan universales como el desamor o la nostalgia por un paraíso perdido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En buena parte del mundo el tango es valorado por su música y, en particular, por el encanto visual de su danza, pero para un habitante de Buenos Aires las letras de tango son un verdadero espejo en el que mirarse y, al mismo tiempo, un refugio dentro del cual muchos de nosotros hallamos consuelo y sabiduría de vida. Es que en las letras del tango subyace una verdadera axiología, un completo sistema de valores que se enraizó profundamente en la mayoría de los habitantes del Río de la Plata, sobre todo entre 1920 y 1960. Pero incluso para quienes no vivimos en aquellos años y, en cambio, tenemos incorporada la poesía del tango del mismo modo que se incorpora la canción folklórica en cualquier parte del mundo muchas letras de tango siguen resonando en nosotros con la misma fuerza de verdad que para un griego clásico podían tener los versos de Homero. Incluso cuando ese sistema axiológico ya no tiene vigencia y nos resulta básicamente elemental y hasta caduco. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre los grandes temas de la poesía del tango se cuentan el amor, el paso del tiempo, el ascenso y la declinación de quien se ha entregado a la vida nocturna o al vicio, el recuerdo y el olvido, el regreso a un espacio de dicha –la infancia, la juventud, el primer amor, un triunfo–, por lo general, imposible de recuperar. Resulta difícil enumerar todos los temas abordados por los poetas del tango: son numerosísimos. Sus letristas parecen querer describir todos los aspectos de una realidad que la poesía culta ha solido desdeñar: la crisis económica, la vejez, la protesta, el fútbol, el carnaval, las carreras, el café, el misterio de Dios, los viejos amigos, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después de Contursi las letras de tango empezaron a contar historias sentimentales y tristes. Pero a partir de 1926, año en el que debutaron como poetas tangueros Homero Manzi y Enrique Santos Discépolo, las historias que se narran empiezan a dejar atrás el ambiente de la noche y del cabaret, y se meten de lleno en los ambientes diurnos y cotidianos y en la realidad social. De a poco se van relegando las letras con la lección moral de la milonguita. Así entran en el mundo del tango el violinista ciego, el carrero, el carnaval, el conventillo, el circo, el barrio, el ambiente del puerto, donde los inmigrantes se lo pasan añorando su suelo natal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante las décadas de 1930 y 1940 nada en la ciudad era ajeno al tango. La orquesta de Juan D'Arienzo marcó la aparición de un nuevo estilo, muy adecuado para el baile, y el éxito fue descomunal. La juventud, que había empezado a volcarse a otros géneros como el foxtrot, la rumba y el bolero, fue nuevamente captada por el tango. Con D'Arienzo el tango retomó en parte su alegría inicial. Surgieron entonces decenas de orquestas, lo que daría lugar a la década de oro de 1940. Después de haber nacido como una música de jóvenes para jóvenes, y de haber sido finalmente aceptado musicalmente por las capas media y alta de la sociedad, había llegado el momento de su mayor apogeo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El tango no sólo representaba a los que a fines del siglo XIX y comienzos del XX eran jóvenes, quienes prácticamente habían nacido con él, sino también a las nuevas generaciones. Se daba con el tango lo que tal vez podría suceder hoy en un concierto de los Rolling Stones o –para no ir tan lejos– de Charly García o Luis Alberto Spinetta: niños, jóvenes, adultos y viejos compartían esa música, esa danza y esa poesía. La conjunción de estos tres elementos constituían un horizonte común, se forjaban como una tradición y se vivían y sentían como una Weltanschauung propia. El tango estaba en todas partes: en los diarios y en las revistas, en la radio, en el cine, en cada café, en cada restaurante y en cada lugar de diversión.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estas décadas de apogeo del tango coinciden con el ascenso social de la clase obrera propiciado desde el gobierno por el presidente constitucional Juan Domingo Perón, hasta que en 1955 fue derrocado por militares golpistas, cuando promediaba su segundo mandato democrático. A partir de 1955 el tango comenzó su decadencia. ¿Será una casualidad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflejo de una cosmovisión particular, durante casi todo el siglo XX los habitantes de Buenos Aires fueron a buscar el tango que interpretara o contara lo que a ellos les estaba pasando. Incluso es habitual todavía que se apele al corpus de las letras de tango para expresar verdades plenamente validadas por el imaginario social. De este modo se acepta y se repite a diario que “el que no llora no mama / y el que no afana es un gil” (Cambalache, E. S. Discépolo), que “la fama es puro cuento” (Mi vieja viola, S. Frías-H. Correa) o que “la vida es una herida absurda” (La última curda, Cátulo Castillo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son estos verdaderos éndoxa, opiniones reputadas y a esta altura indiscutibles. El habitante de Buenos Aires busca también en las letras de tango fórmulas para la vida. Así en el amor “primero hay que saber sufrir, / después amar, después partir / y al fin andar sin pensamientos...” (Naranjo en Flor, Homero Expósito).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En todo el siglo XX no hubo en el mundo una canción popular que ofreciera una reflexión tan profunda acerca de la condición humana. Ni el rock, ni el blues, ni el bolero. Ninguna. Ernesto Sabato lo dice al comienzo de Tango, discusión y clave:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un napolitano que baila la tarantela lo hace para divertirse; el porteño que se baila un tango lo hace para meditar en su suerte (que generalmente es grela) o para redondear malos pensamientos sobre la estructura general de la existencia humana. (Sabato, 1963: 17)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La pervivencia de este legado depende de nosotros, y cuando digo «nosotros» me refiero específicamente a los profesores de literatura. Ninguna otra creación artística puede  dar tan bien cuenta de cómo vemos el mundo, de cómo pensamos y de quiénes somos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof. Oscar Conde&lt;br /&gt;IES Nº 1 – Universidad de Buenos Aires&lt;br /&gt;Academia Porteña del Lunfardo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-4422493609721877992?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/4422493609721877992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/4422493609721877992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2007/11/la-poesa-del-tango.html' title='LA POESÍA DEL TANGO'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-3766376294491893445</id><published>2007-11-06T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T18:26:30.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before and Now</title><content type='html'>...before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JhjnVjNU-cs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JhjnVjNU-cs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( comienzos de Geraldine Rojas )&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...now...&lt;br /&gt;Geraldine Rojas &amp; Ezequiel Paludi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GrFWoDks8q4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GrFWoDks8q4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel Misse &amp; Alejandra Mantinian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BJdYD8_QsMQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BJdYD8_QsMQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-3766376294491893445?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/3766376294491893445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/3766376294491893445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2007/11/before-and-now.html' title='Before and Now'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-7253720882300293522</id><published>2007-11-05T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:31:28.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tango of the Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/Ry_HNI41J1I/AAAAAAAAAH0/VVFvv0N3Hkw/s1600-h/love-dancer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/Ry_HNI41J1I/AAAAAAAAAH0/VVFvv0N3Hkw/s400/love-dancer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129537529136359250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Adiós corazón&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalo Etchegoncelay - Héctor Sapelli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Adiós corazón... &lt;br /&gt;te decían los muchachos. &lt;br /&gt;Adiós corazón... &lt;br /&gt;aquel día dije yo. &lt;br /&gt;Y comenzaste a sonreir &lt;br /&gt;porque la frase te agradó &lt;br /&gt;y por las calles te seguí &lt;br /&gt;diciendo así, con emoción: &lt;br /&gt;Adiós corazón... &lt;br /&gt;si usted quiere conversamos; &lt;br /&gt;soñé con su amor... &lt;br /&gt;quiero ver qué hay de verdad. &lt;br /&gt;Y mi presencia te turbó: &lt;br /&gt;quedaste casi sin hablar &lt;br /&gt;cuando dijiste con tu adiós: &lt;br /&gt;¡Hasta mañana, corazón! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adiós corazón... &lt;br /&gt;de tu mano va otra mano. &lt;br /&gt;Adiós corazón... &lt;br /&gt;quién pudiera ser tu amor. &lt;br /&gt;¡Que nunca tengas que llorar! &lt;br /&gt;¡Que no conozcas el dolor! &lt;br /&gt;Y que en tus ojos, el amor, &lt;br /&gt;viva radiante como hoy. &lt;br /&gt;Adiós corazón... &lt;br /&gt;si usted quiere conversamos; &lt;br /&gt;soñé con su amor... &lt;br /&gt;quiero ver qué hay de verdad. &lt;br /&gt;Y mi presencia te turbó: &lt;br /&gt;quedaste casi sin hablar &lt;br /&gt;cuando dijiste con tu adiós: &lt;br /&gt;¡Hasta mañana, corazón!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-7253720882300293522?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/7253720882300293522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/7253720882300293522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2007/11/tango-of-day.html' title='Tango of the Day!'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/Ry_HNI41J1I/AAAAAAAAAH0/VVFvv0N3Hkw/s72-c/love-dancer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-154888475796605735</id><published>2007-10-29T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T18:26:47.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tango - Dueto Para Uma Pessoa Só</title><content type='html'>Quem tem Piazzolla, do que mais precisa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JRj6uFKCTCo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JRj6uFKCTCo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dança da Alma :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q15cTn624y0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q15cTn624y0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is Adriana Bornhausen ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-154888475796605735?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/154888475796605735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/154888475796605735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2007/10/tango-dueto-para-uma-pessoa-s.html' title='Tango - Dueto Para Uma Pessoa Só'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-8733456978214747288</id><published>2007-10-28T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:31:31.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitions of Tango on the Web</title><content type='html'>-This refers to the medical teams that move around the course in four-wheel drive vehicles. Because each vehicle number starts with a "T"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/RyVHnY41JfI/AAAAAAAAAFA/zGgyO5XfaVQ/s1600-h/medical-team-tango.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/RyVHnY41JfI/AAAAAAAAAFA/zGgyO5XfaVQ/s400/medical-team-tango.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126582492852463090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Style of dance that developed during the late nineteenth century in Buenos Aires, Argentina. The tango blended European ballroom dance music, the Cuban habanera, Italian light opera, and the ballads of the Argentine gauchos (cowboys).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/RyVIGY41JgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/EHaobDkuvak/s1600-h/gaucho-tango.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/RyVIGY41JgI/AAAAAAAAAFI/EHaobDkuvak/s400/gaucho-tango.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126583025428407810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Probably the world's best known dance after the waltz, the modern tango developed in Argentina at the beginning of the 20th century. It took its rhythm from the Cuban habanera and the Argentinian milonga, and its name probably from the Spanish tango andalúz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/RyVIk441JhI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7xi6RdKhAr8/s1600-h/popular-tango.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/RyVIk441JhI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7xi6RdKhAr8/s400/popular-tango.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126583549414417938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Optimara variety belonging to the Little Dancer series. Compact African Violet (3-inch pot size) with single, bi-color flowers. Flowers are purple and white. Leaves are light green. Introduced 1997.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/RyVJE441JiI/AAAAAAAAAFY/-xI29W2qIxU/s1600-h/flower-tango.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/RyVJE441JiI/AAAAAAAAAFY/-xI29W2qIxU/s400/flower-tango.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126584099170231842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuvalu Association of NGOs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/RyVKUY41JkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/0QMM-eBuDgM/s1600-h/Mathilda_May.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/RyVKUY41JkI/AAAAAAAAAFo/0QMM-eBuDgM/s400/Mathilda_May.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126585464969832002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A type of music characterized by its passionate feeling. Dance characterized by stunning, sharp head-turns and provocative figures this Latin dance ranks in popularity among ballroom dancers only behind the waltz and foxtrot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/RyVKmY41JlI/AAAAAAAAAFw/F5sT5xv7-gg/s1600-h/Tango.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/RyVKmY41JlI/AAAAAAAAAFw/F5sT5xv7-gg/s400/Tango.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126585774207477330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a ballroom dance of Latin-American origin &lt;br /&gt;music written in duple time for dancing the tango &lt;br /&gt;dance a tango &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/RyVLQ441JnI/AAAAAAAAAGA/KPiA0ZHZbUs/s1600-h/tango-fottball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/RyVLQ441JnI/AAAAAAAAAGA/KPiA0ZHZbUs/s400/tango-fottball.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126586504351917682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tango by Adidas was the official match ball of 1978 FIFA World Cup in Argentina. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tango is also known as the Armored Troop Carrier (ATC). It was used by the Mobile Riverine Force in the United States army in the Vietnam War and appeared in the computer game Battlefield Vietnam. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/RyVLpI41JoI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Tjcvaf4dJmc/s1600-h/tango-drink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/RyVLpI41JoI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Tjcvaf4dJmc/s400/tango-drink.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126586920963745410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tango is a carbonated soft drink sold primarily in the United Kingdom. It was launched by the Beecham Group in 1958, and was bought by Britvic in 1986.(drink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/RyVK2Y41JmI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tt7R-4JXUko/s1600-h/ballroom-tango.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/RyVK2Y41JmI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tt7R-4JXUko/s400/ballroom-tango.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126586049085384290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tango is a social dance originating in Buenos Aires Argentina, and Montevideo Uruguay. The musical styles that evolved together with the dance are also known as "tango".(dance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/RyVMmY41JqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/DazQXNTOp9g/s1600-h/tango-redd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/RyVMmY41JqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/DazQXNTOp9g/s400/tango-redd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126587973230732962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tango, aka The Tan Man (born Patrick S. Hunter), is an American rapper that currently resides in Tampa, Florida. He attended high school at King High and graduated in 1998. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tango, whose full title is Tango, no me dejes nunca, is a 1998 tango film written and directed by Carlos Saura. It is set in Buenos Aires, Argentina. The film is an Argentine-Spanish co-production. &lt;br /&gt;(1998 film)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/RyVMGI41JpI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ZCWksJidnJw/s1600-h/tango-carlos-saura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/RyVMGI41JpI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ZCWksJidnJw/s400/tango-carlos-saura.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126587419179951762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tango is a tax software product from H&amp;R Block. Tango will launch in February 2007, with an estimated yearly subscription fee of $70.00. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/RyVKJI41JjI/AAAAAAAAAFg/HD06_yIFyi4/s1600-h/tangoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/RyVKJI41JjI/AAAAAAAAAFg/HD06_yIFyi4/s400/tangoo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126585271696303666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-8733456978214747288?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/8733456978214747288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/8733456978214747288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2007/10/definitions-of-tango-on-web.html' title='Definitions of Tango on the Web'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/RyVHnY41JfI/AAAAAAAAAFA/zGgyO5XfaVQ/s72-c/medical-team-tango.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-119896487759407757</id><published>2007-10-27T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T21:36:54.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Josefina Scaglione-Libertango-2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uYX4LYPHyks"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-5287852916742892465</id><published>2007-10-24T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T20:00:19.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Nice Tango Videos from You Tube</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/25i1vPkyvJs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/25i1vPkyvJs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5E4mBoGX6Dw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-5287852916742892465?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/5287852916742892465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/5287852916742892465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2007/10/some-nice-tango-videos-from-you-tube.html' title='Some Nice Tango Videos from You Tube'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-7931804355389436434</id><published>2007-10-14T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T20:17:53.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Argentine Tango &amp; Juan Carlos Copes</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XabnqEnoVY4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XabnqEnoVY4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-7931804355389436434?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/7931804355389436434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/7931804355389436434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2007/10/argentine-tango-juan-carlos-copes.html' title='Argentine Tango &amp; Juan Carlos Copes'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-8731474964841723858</id><published>2007-10-14T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T20:08:55.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mariano Mores - 1945 - Tango film</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0qSwfgUxtgY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0qSwfgUxtgY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-8731474964841723858?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/8731474964841723858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/8731474964841723858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2007/10/mariano-mores-1945-tango-film.html' title='Mariano Mores - 1945 - Tango film'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-5901393091410797289</id><published>2007-10-10T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:31:31.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tango of the Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/Rw2WFWyVVKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Cf6VmkbgO5s/s1600-h/maria-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/Rw2WFWyVVKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Cf6VmkbgO5s/s400/maria-large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119913370150327458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acaso te llamaras&lt;br /&gt;solamente Maria;&lt;br /&gt;no se si eras el eco&lt;br /&gt;de una vieja cancion,&lt;br /&gt;pero hace mucho, mucho,&lt;br /&gt;fuiste hondamente mia&lt;br /&gt;en un paisaje triste&lt;br /&gt;desmayado de amor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El otoño te trajo&lt;br /&gt;mojando de agonia&lt;br /&gt;tu sombrerito pobre&lt;br /&gt;y el tapado marron. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eras como la calle&lt;br /&gt;de la melancolia&lt;br /&gt;que llovia, llovia&lt;br /&gt;sobre mi corazon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria,&lt;br /&gt;en las sombras de mi pieza&lt;br /&gt;es tu paso el que regresa; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria,&lt;br /&gt;es tu voz pequeña y triste,&lt;br /&gt;la del dia que dijiste:&lt;br /&gt;ya no hay nada entre los dos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria,&lt;br /&gt;la mas mia la lejana,&lt;br /&gt;si volviera otra manaña&lt;br /&gt;por las calles del adios... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tus ojos eran puertos&lt;br /&gt;que aguardaban ausentes&lt;br /&gt;su horizonte de sueños&lt;br /&gt;y un silencio de flor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero tus manos buenas&lt;br /&gt;regresaban clementes&lt;br /&gt;para curar mi fiebre,&lt;br /&gt;desteñidas de amor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un otoño te trajo,&lt;br /&gt;tu nombre era Maria,&lt;br /&gt;y nunca supe nada&lt;br /&gt;de tu rumbo infeliz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eras como el paisaje&lt;br /&gt;de la melancolia&lt;br /&gt;que llovia, llovia&lt;br /&gt;sobre la calle gris...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-5901393091410797289?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/5901393091410797289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/5901393091410797289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2007/10/tango-of-day.html' title='Tango of the Day!'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/Rw2WFWyVVKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Cf6VmkbgO5s/s72-c/maria-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-1996226190370744415</id><published>2007-10-10T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:31:31.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tango show - TANGUERA by Mora Godoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/Rw2UO2yVVJI/AAAAAAAAADs/4OKZXTjEWsQ/s1600-h/b_mora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/Rw2UO2yVVJI/AAAAAAAAADs/4OKZXTjEWsQ/s400/b_mora.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119911334335829138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primera Bailarina: Mora Godoy.&lt;br /&gt;Primer Bailarín: Esteban Domenichini.&lt;br /&gt;Primer Bailarín Invitado: Antonio Cervilla.&lt;br /&gt;Estrella Invitada: María Nieves.&lt;br /&gt;Cantante: Marianell.&lt;br /&gt;Coreografía: Mora Godoy.&lt;br /&gt;Escenografía: Valeria Ambrosio.&lt;br /&gt;Vestuario: Cecilia Monti.&lt;br /&gt;Dirección: Omar Pacheco.&lt;br /&gt;Sala: Teatro El Nacional, Av. Corrientes 960.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ij_li1z5p8M"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ij_li1z5p8M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con una presentación multimedia, “Tanguera”, expone lo mejor del tango, contando, además, una historia de inmigrantes. &lt;br /&gt;En sintonía con aquel dicho popular, que dice que los argentinos “descendemos de los barcos”, la obra comienza cuando la francesita Giselle (Mora Godoy) llega al puerto de Buenos Aires, donde la confluencia de culturas entre europeos y criollos estaba en plena ebullición y daba origen –entre otras cosas- al nacimiento del tango, aquí reflejado con un vigoroso baile entre hombres, tal como cuentan los estudiosos había sido esta danza en su génesis, cuando los hombres practicaban entre ellos antes de bailar con las mujeres de los prostíbulos.&lt;br /&gt;Giselle, bajó del navío con el equipaje en la mano y un enorme bagaje de ilusiones en el alma. Sin embargo, sus sueños terminan en la frustración de un cabaret, “esa casa donde todo y nada pasa”... y “donde el bien se vende mal”... según canta Marianella con letra y música de Eladia Blázquez. Su vida transcurre entre la madame del prostíbulo (María Nieves), Gaudencio (Antonio “Junior” Cervilla) un rufián criollo a quien es entregada por la madame y su amor imposible, Lorenzo (Esteban Domenichini), un joven y soñador criollo, quien pelea por ella con Gaudencio. &lt;br /&gt;El malevaje está en acción y podemos ver profusión de bravuconadas y duelos entre guapos a puro cuchillo y tango.&lt;br /&gt;La escenografía, realzada con una excelente iluminación, juega un papel importante en “Tanguera”. Con impresionante flexibilidad, en segundos pasamos del puerto a un conventillo, al patio del conventillo, a distintos ángulos del cabaret, a una calle, a las habitaciones del prostíbulo, etc., donde cada espacio representado está resuelto con profusión de detalles y bien lograda ambientación. También el vestuario es muy apropiado. &lt;br /&gt;Los bailes, al margen de estar imbuidos en lo que se ha dado en llamar “tango for export”, son un prodigio de técnica, energía y coordinación, al tiempo que se transmite desde el escenario una gran emotividad. &lt;br /&gt;Es -en definitiva- un espectáculo del cual nos podemos sentir orgullosos, a la hora de recordar que nos representa en el exterior cuando sale de gira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moragodoy.com/index_tango.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-1996226190370744415?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/1996226190370744415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/1996226190370744415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2007/10/tanguera.html' title='Tango show - TANGUERA by Mora Godoy'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/Rw2UO2yVVJI/AAAAAAAAADs/4OKZXTjEWsQ/s72-c/b_mora.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-4659667032232805590</id><published>2007-10-10T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T20:00:33.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Universalidad del Tango</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7sGVJCB_2T8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7sGVJCB_2T8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de proseguir con el itinerario, acerquémonos un poco a sus orígenes. Durante su periodo prehistórico (el que precede a 1850), aún en estado absolutamente embrionario, concentraba elementos de la música española y de la música africana. Sus antepasados son el tango andaluz, la habanera, el candombe y la milonga. Los investigadores discuten sin cesar sobre la exactitud de esta aseveración. Pero el tema que abordamos hoy es el TANGO A PARTIR del momento en que nace (alrededor de 1880) y N0 su etapa de incubación. Recordemos, pues, que, los primeros grupos estaban compuestos por tres músicos, y a veces la guitarra era suplantada por una pequeña arpa (una especie de lira), formando el trío con el violín y la flauta.&lt;br /&gt;A finales del siglo XTX –y durante los primeros años del siglo XX– la vida nocturna de Buenos Aires se extendía con el crecimiento de la ciudad: era la época de los Cafés y de los "Clandestinos" (variación de los "piringundines", pero algo menos sórdidos). Se llamaban “EL SARANDI", "LA PICHONA”, "LO DE LAURA", “MARÍA LA VASCA”. Asimismo existían “casas de baile" un poco más refinadas: “LO DE HANSEN”, "EL PABELLON DE LAS ROSAS", "ARMENONVILLE'·, "PALAIS DE GZACE”. Los hijos de la burguesía de entonces comenzaban a frecuentar esos sitios llegando a bailar el tango con la misma habilidad que la gente del arrabal. Y no olvidemos que en aquellos años al tango aún se lo consideraba música prohibida en las familias que "pasaban por ser respetables.&lt;br /&gt;Ahora veamos –musicalmente hablando– qué sucedió entre 1880 y los primeros años del siglo XX. Ante todo digamos que se incorporaron el piano y el bandoneón, con lo que surgió una verdadera evolución musical. El piano reemplazó a la guitarra. El bandoneón ocupó el lugar de la flauta. Y así llegamos al nacimiento de la Orquesta Típica: pleno período de la "Guardia Vieja".&lt;br /&gt;Con el bandoneón (llamado familiarmente “fueye", "jaula" o "bandola") el TANGO encontró su medio de expresión más auténtico, más fiel a su esencia porteña. El bandoneón es el instrumento que prolonga las vibraciones del alma del porteño; es su propia voz; es la transfiguración –en música– de sus emociones, sus angustias, sus esperanzas, sus desvelos, sus tristezas, su humor, su pasión por la vida, su alegría y su soledad. Para un porteño, y –por extensión– para un argentino el bandoneón es el corazón mismo del TANGO. Aunque es preciso destacar que el bandoneón es un instrumento de origen alemán, inventado por HEINRICH BAND allá por el año 1835. Se lo tocaba en las fiestas campesinas de Baviera y de Hamburgo. A veces también en ceremonias litúrgicas. Los primeros bandoneones fueron introducidos en Buenos Aires hacia 1870.&lt;br /&gt;No podemos continuar hablando del. TANGO sin tratar do comprender el espíritu del porteño, quien ha sufrido la influencia de distintos factores de orden social, político, económico y cultural.&lt;br /&gt;El desarrollo rápido de la Ciudad de las orillas del Rio de la Plata, la llegada de millones de seres humanos plenos de esperanzas (los inmigrantes de las postrimerías del siglo XIX) –esperanzas en muchos casos abortadas o cumplidas a medias–, la nostalgia por su tierra natal y por su familia lejanas, los resentimientos de los últimos gauchos desplazados de aquello que fuera su ámbito natural, la sensación de inseguridad sufrida por esos seres –puesto que todo se volvía frágil en un mundo que se transformaba a un ritmo vertiginoso–, el hecho de no hallar un sentido sólido a la existencia –dado que las jerarquías sociales quedaban desvanecidas–..., todo esto desembocaba en un sentimiento de soledad punzante que duró hasta el ocaso de la década de 1930, y se manifestó en el TANGO. Esa gente, entonces, sintió profundamente el peso del tiempo que no dejaba nada en el camino. Muchos de sus sueños quedaron incumplidos; tantas veces la vejez resultaba un mal precoz, y la muerte aguardaba siempre en acecho para dar su zarpazo. Y el porteño de aquellos años –con su orgullo peculiar– llegaba a expresarse asís "Yo quiero morir solo. Sin confesión y sin Dios; crucificado a mi queja, como abrazado a un rencor", tal como lo escribiera., en su tango ANTONIO PODESTÁ, de cuyo lamento lacerante hizo una creación –con su arte interpretativo– el cantor EDMUNDO RIVERO.&lt;br /&gt;Vamos a retomar la trayectoria musical del género tanguístico a partir de lo que podríamos denominar "el momento de adaptación del bandoneón al tango"; y esto debido a que los músicos llegaron a crear una técnica realmente original que influyó en el desarrollo de dicho género. Debemos citar a algunos de los bandoneonistas pioneros: el "Pardo" Sebastián Ramos Mejía y Antonio Chiappe (a fines del siglo XIX); poco después, Vicente Greco, Domingo Santa Cruz, Juan Maglio ("Pacho"), Ricardo Brignolo, Genaro Espósito, Graciano de Zeone y EDUARDO AROLAS.&lt;br /&gt;Entre 1900 y 1915 en el Barrio de la Boca había una esquina famosa (Suárez y Necochea), en donde el TANGO señoreaba en cuatro Cafés. Se podía escuchar, allí, a cuatro de los primeros grandes músicos del TANGO: el pianista ROBERTO FIRPO, el violinista FRACISCO CANARO y los bandoneonistas VICENTE LO DUCA y EDUARDO AROLAS.&lt;br /&gt;El poeta –y también compositor– ENRIQUE CADICAMO escribió una hermosa página ("TRES AMIGOS"), en la que resume parte de la amplia temática del TANGO: nos habla, sobre todo, de la amistad, de la muerte, de la pasión de vivir y de los recuerdos, evocándonos el Barrio de la Boca durante aquellos años en que los tres amigos se daban cita en la esquina de Suárez y Necochea. Nos queda una grabación memorable de ese TANGO, efectuada el 11 de abril de 1944., por la Orquesta de ANÍBAL TROILO ("PICHUCO") y “la voz de oro" de ALBERTO MARINO.&lt;br /&gt;"Te amasaron en barro" (dijo el poeta CELEDONIO FLORES, hablándole al TANGO). ¡Y el TANGO se hizo en barro, sí! Y se convirtió en la tristeza del arrabal &lt;br /&gt;–tristeza sublimada por la música, y la poesía–. Pero el TANGO fue trepando el empedrado, conquistó los barrios y el centro de la ciudad. Se lo escuchaba en los Cafés como así también ejecutado por las bandas populares en las plazas; lo tocaban los organitos callejeros; y dejaban escapar algunas notas en su cornetín los mayorales.(asi se les llamaba, en aquellos años, a los guardas de los tranvías tirados a caballo). Precisamente "CORNETIN" es un TANGO que nos hace revivir esa época, y se debe al músico PEDRO MAFFIA y a la conjunción de esos dos poetas, exquisitos: HOMERO MANZI y CATULO CASTILLO. Una versión &lt;br /&gt;imprescindible es la del Conjunto de CARLOS DI SARLI con el cantor ROBERTO RUFINO (entonces, un muchacho de apenas 20 años, ¡ya que se trata de un registro del 5 de marzo de 1943!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-4659667032232805590?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/4659667032232805590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/4659667032232805590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2007/10/la-universalidad-del-tango.html' title='La Universalidad del Tango'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-4523386991104679029</id><published>2007-10-10T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T19:55:25.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buenos Aires, el porteño y la tanguitud:tres claves para un misterio denominado... Tango</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rarCLHewWds"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rarCLHewWds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El tango es la consecuencia de una vibración muy íntima de algo que nada tiene que ver con lo intelectual. El tango surge del sentimiento, de la intuición creadora y de diferentes sensaciones. Expresa la sensibilidad y la emoción más profunda del alma de todo un pueblo. Es la piel, el corazón y la savia del porteño, y subyace en el ser nacional. El Tango está inserto en el aire de Buenos Aires y se propaga a los cuatro puntos cardinales del país, y es un clima espiritual que nutre a todo aquel que esté estremecido por el sentimiento de porteñidad. Se le adentra con la misma naturalidad con que se respira. Es su necesidad vital; es un hábito inconsciente. Y cuando todo esto se convierte en música –con letras o no (porque en la música misma ya está revelada la esencia de la Tanguitud, que es lo que identifica totalmente al amante de Buenos Aires con su ciudad amada)– entonces él siente que las voces de seres perdidos en ese ayer germinador, la tristeza, el orgullo, el delirio y la angustia –concentrados en millones de escenas y figuras latentes en la memoria– se le entregan como un legado salvaje que se proyecta dentro de su ser, transformándolo en un cómplice de su pasado, que –al fin de cuentas– no es sino una parcela del ciclo incesante que moldea su propia identidad; y ese ciclo es el “DESTINO DE BUENOS AIRES”. Los poetas de esta ciudad, y aquellos que volcaron su inspiración en el orbe del tango, percibieron sensiblemente el “DESTINO DE BUENOS AIRES”, como lo proclamara en sus versos Atilio Jorge Castelpoggi... con estas palabras:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Calles donde nací –a la orilla de un rosal y una glicina–,&lt;br /&gt;que se mueren adentro de mi boca de muerto empecinado en vivir.&lt;br /&gt;Callejones para escupir el cielo, de tanto penar sin remedio;&lt;br /&gt;veredones llenos de escaleras de domingos,&lt;br /&gt;de latas y riachuelos;&lt;br /&gt;calles que alguna vez me costearon emociones&lt;br /&gt;hasta el peso de una lagrima.&lt;br /&gt;Aquí empezó la vida porque nos encontramos (vos y yo, tal vez)...&lt;br /&gt;de “caminito soleado” hasta un “dos por cuatro”&lt;br /&gt;orillero y romántico.&lt;br /&gt;Paredones de madrugada o cafés de las tres de la mañana.&lt;br /&gt;Allí cantó Gardel sus serenatas con letras de Le Pera.&lt;br /&gt;Acá, Manzi estiró imágenes del barrio de mis sueños...&lt;br /&gt;Soltando a diez Malenas.&lt;br /&gt;Y De Caro le abrió un porvenir al Tango.&lt;br /&gt;¡Qué cosas me traen... pasar por las esquinas sobradas de recuerdos!:&lt;br /&gt;la casa que he vivido, los años de mi infancia,&lt;br /&gt;o “el dolor de ya no ser”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La carne, la piel, las formas, están grávidas en el tiempo. La materia se convierte en una presencia dotada de espíritu. Y el ritmo de una energía elemental proyecta a los seres en el espacio, creándose una dinámica llena de magias, de música y de silencios, que posee los caracteres del misterio. Es el misterio del sueño, del amor, de la soledad y de la muerte... hecho Tango. Emana de él el eco de un estallido que se expande hacia las palpitaciones de un lenguaje decantado, luminoso, sutil, que nos llega evocándonos el movimiento subterráneo, secreto, que provoca la eclosión de la vida. Es el duende de la porteñidad quien nos fascina. Y sentimos que se nos desgarran las entrañas. Y nos deshacemos apasionadamente de nuestro Yo, ávidos por atrapar la verdad que subyace en las profundidades del ser. Y de ese lenguaje que se fue gastando a través de nostalgias, de angustias, de hechizos, de ensoñaciones, por medio de palabras, de música, se desprende un vaho que es la sustancia donde está concentrada la esencia de la poesía. Es la voz del tango que fluye como un río tumultuoso que parece surgir de lo más recóndito de la tierra. Su canto nos conduce más allá de la vida y de la muerte, en una búsqueda de las raíces del hombre –raíces que habrán de llevarlo al encuentro con su destino, con lo absoluto–.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ese estremecimiento provocado por una tremenda fuerza telúrica que corre por los laberintos secretos de la memoria, fue captado por los amantes del tango y por los sentidores de Buenos Aires, como el poeta Amadeo Gravino, quien –en su “NOSTALGIA URBANA”– nos murmura su recordación así:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“¡Del río brotan tantas historias!:&lt;br /&gt;la infancia, “la ñata contra el vidrio”,&lt;br /&gt;la nostalgia de calles grises, angostas, desparejas,&lt;br /&gt;este recuerdo rojo de malvones,&lt;br /&gt;el ruido de los carros contra el alba,&lt;br /&gt;los grillos, el violín de la noche,&lt;br /&gt;su paso desnudo en la rayuela,&lt;br /&gt;mi salto despeinado en el potrero...&lt;br /&gt;Son apuntes mojados de tristeza&lt;br /&gt;para guardar la identidad del color sepia&lt;br /&gt;en la ciudad del desencanto.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El río completó la tarea del mar... asentando en Buenos Aires ese aluvión inmigratorio que fue poblando la ciudad “color de león”, fusionándose con el nativo. La entrada natural ha sido el puerto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre el manto ocre del Río de la Plata y las últimas estribaciones de la pampa –acunada en barro, amasada con la levadura excepcional de diversas razas– se gestó esa esencia llamada Tango. Y allí encontró su cause toda una forma de sentir, de expresarse, de ser, que es la síntesis maravillosa de la angustia y la alegría de existir. Su voz es la voz de un pueblo que fusiona en sí el ansia, el dolor, las vicisitudes y las luchas cotidianas de todos los pueblos; es decir, del ser humano. Por eso su música, su poesía, su danza, atraen, fascinan, conmueven a los habitantes de los cuatro puntos cardinales de nuestro planeta. Este es uno de los motivos fundamentales que le permiten al Tango ser comprendido, sentido y amado. También lo es porque concentra la sustancia de la existencia. Como el ser humano, es tierno y sensual, romántico y sexual, sencillo y a la vez profundo, realista e idealista. Y se proyecta más allá de los límites vitales del ser humano, porque es atemporal como las aguas del río; y posee la misma melancolía que surge de la complicidad entre el amor y la muerte, propia de las aguas semiestancadas de ciertos arroyos, esa melancolía lenta, punzante –como el tiempo detenido– característica de lo que fuera el arroyo Maldonado y de lo que siempre es el Riachuelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El porteño hizo palpable, a través del Tango, esa verdad elemental que captó Gastón Bachelard: “Para ciertas almas el agua es la materia de la desesperanza”. Y yo añadiría que el agua es la receptora de todos los secretos del porteño. El lenguaje de los primeros habitantes de las orillas del puerto de Buenos Aires, de los pioneros de las riberas del Riachuelo y de los gestadores de Palermo (a la vera del arroyo Maldonado) condensaba la estremecedora vibración de los seres y las cosas que mueren y se transforman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Tango –con su microcosmos sonoro, poético y metafísico– le confirma al porteño (y por extensión a todo argentino que no se haya dejado arrebatar su identidad) la certeza de su criollidad esencial, le allana la senda para encontrarse consigo mismo, le facilita la comunicación con sus hermanos de inquietudes, los funde bajo su conjuro ritual, les redescubre la sencillez de su veta sentimental y les ofrece la posibilidad de una liberación. Aquí es donde llegamos a palpar que el Tango es el revelador de la Tanguitud, que –como bien lo definiera el sociólogo Julio Mafud– “es todo un estilo de vida. Toda una metafísica y una psicología que sostienen una suma de características rioplatenses y argentinas”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No está habitado por la Tanguitud sólo quien compone, escribe o ejecuta un tango, o lo canta o lo baila, sino asimismo aquel ser que “vive y encarna” la vibración existencial que concentra en sí la manifestación tanguística.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un tango puede emocionar al habitante de cualquier lugar del planeta, pero para sentir un tango con todo su contenido humano... hay que haber vivido profundamente Buenos Aires, y caminado lentamente sus barrios, asimilado esa sensación de ausencia, de humildad, de dolor, de tierra bravía que se desprende de las baldosas flojas de algunas veredas, del empedrado de muchas de sus calles, sensación que nos llega desde la lejanía de un Café rezagado o desde el estremecido olor a pampa que aún deja escapar algún “viejo baldío”... tal como lo describiera –en un tango– el poeta Víctor Lamanna, con música de Roberto Grela, y lo dejara –bien grabado– Pablo Lozano, el 10 de agosto de 1956, cantando con la orquesta dirigida por Aníbal Troilo (“Pichuco”). &lt;br /&gt;Uno de los más sensibles “sentidores” de Buenos Aires (el escritor Roberto Arlt) decía que “para vagar por las calles porteñas hay que estar por completo despojado de prejuicios y ser escéptico como esos perros que tienen mirada de hambre”. Y el Tango –que transfiere ese sentir– posee al amante de Buenos Aires, lo hechiza y le brinda la hermosa posibilidad de entregarse a un exorcismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo diría que Buenos Aires, el porteño y la Tanguitud son las tres claves para un misterio llamado Tango, aunque el término Tanguitud tiene un alcance más amplio de lo que uno pueda imaginar y acrece la riqueza humana que contiene el propio Tango.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me podrán preguntar porqué elegí el vocablo Tanguitud en ves de “Tanguidad”. Se debe a que me resulta más esotérico y, desde luego, más visceral (como el Tango mismo). En esto se asemeja al concepto que encierra el neologismo “Negritud” –del que hablara el poeta africano Aimé Césaire–. Y con qué acierto lo define la ensayista italiana Meri Franco-Lao cuando dice “que despierta las sensaciones de angustia, soledad, desgarramiento, agregándole el incienso del tabaco, el sonido tortuoso del bandoneón, grises paisajes de otoño, velos de lejanía, humos de alcohol, calles lluviosas de recuerdo, desazón interior, inmovilidad en la penumbra, búsqueda de algo que se perdió y no se sabe qué es.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En cuanto a lo que atañe a la Tanguitud llego a la conclusión de que en ella reside la esencia del alma porteña, pero también es un sentimiento que se aloja en el espíritu de los argentinos, de los pobladores de ambas orillas del Río de la Plata y de los habitantes de cualquier latitud de nuestro planeta, siempre que estén dotados de una sensibilidad que les permita palpar todo lo que concierne al ser humano y a la vida, vibrando y conmoviéndose hasta el hueso... por eso mismo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este es el momento de sumergirnos, de lleno, en el espacio y el tiempo en donde fermentó esa esencia poético-musical llamada Tango. Las aguas que rodeaban a la marea humana formada por los inmigrantes europeos y los últimos gauchos –en complicidad con los vientos de la pampa y con la vegetación salvaje que eran su compañía– les proyectaban el espectro de su soledad, les hablaban de distancias sin fin, les murmuraban sus propios secretos subterráneos, hasta que la naturaleza circundante selló su torrente de ecos profundos con un silencio que se asemejó al espanto. De ese silencio, de esa inmovilidad, surgió el poder indefinible de una necesidad en esos hombres: la búsqueda de su identidad primaria y de el amor (con su carga riquísima de ternura y de erotismo). Y esos seres tuvieron que imponer –con un ardor apasionado– la justificación de su condición humana. Y utilizaron, como arma, el culto del coraje. Y los instintos primitivos se amalgamaron con un anhelo de dignidad muy peculiar creándose, así, en ese ámbito, un sentido distinto de la moral. Allí broto el arrabal porteño –cuna del Tango–. Y nacieron sus primeros personajes: el Compadre y el Compadrito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El río, la pampa y la urbe creciente –en aquella “Gran Aldea” que era el Buenos Aires de finales del siglo XIX– se fueron fusionando vertiginosamente dentro de un marco heterogéneo y agresivo. Los puntos candentes del arrabal no sólo existían en la periferia de la ciudad, sino a un paso del centro: en los barrios de San Telmo y Montserrat, donde el candombe callejero alternaba con el tango prostibulario. San Telmo y Palermo eran barrios eminentemente criollos, poblados por guapos (que eran los “taitas” del arrabal), prevaleciendo esa característica también en la zona sur (Pompeya, Puente Alsina, el Barrio de las Ranas, Parque Patricios y Mataderos). Abundaban allí los reñideros de gallos y los bailetines. Y se oían tangos típicos de los burdeles, con títulos que se referían a dichos ámbitos, tales como “Dame la lata”, “La c...ara de la l...una” o “El Queco”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El barrio típicamente inmigrante –con un porcentaje abrumador de italianos (sobre todo genoveses)– era La Boca, a un paso del puerto y a orillas del Riachuelo. En las inmediaciones del puerto (en el Bajo de Retiro –y hasta Barracas–), el Paseo de Julio (actualmente Avenida Leandro N. Alem y Paseo Colón) era el fondeadero de rufianes, prostitutas, marineros, gente de hampa, compadritos y aventureros de toda laya. Desarrollaban, en ese lugar, su actividad: pulperías, burdeles y bailongos, lo mismo que en Dock Sud, Constitución, los Corrales Viejos y –más cerca del Centro– en Balvanera y en los alrededores de la esquina de Junín y Lavalle (el barrio de los prostíbulos con mayoría de “pupilas” polacas y francesas). El eje de la vida nocturna de aquella denominada “época prohibida del tango” fue La Boca, y su apogeo duró hasta aproximadamente 1915, girando alrededor de la famosa esquina de Suárez y Necochea. Cuatro Cafés competían allí presentando a algunos de los primeros músicos importantes del tango: Francisco Canaro, Roberto Firpo, Vicente Lo Duca y Eduardo Arolas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Al hablar de Tango debemos destacar la diferencia que hay entre arrabal y suburbio, algo que con tanta precisión señaló el escritor Osvaldo Rossler cuando dijo: “El Suburbio se refiere fundamentalmente a una situación geográfica; es la periferia de la ciudad. El Arrabal es algo más sustancial, más visceral que eso. Es una forma de vida. No es un lugar, sino una fatalidad. Es la encarnación del hambre, de la miseria, de la soledad.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que sucede es que el habitante del arrabal extravertía su dolor en el almacén, en la pulpería, en el bailongo, en el peringundín (local con despacho de bebidas en el que se bailaba y se ejercía la prostitución), en el prostíbulo o en los cafetines del puerto y de sus adyacencias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Arrabal es un paisaje interior del que germinará una fascinante “flor del mal” (el LUNFARDO) –enriquecedora del idioma–.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Del Arrabal surgirá un arte singular: el Tango –producto de una alquimia compleja cuyos elementos sustanciales son: un río, una llanura, un barro, un clima muy definidos, una vegetación, un cielo y hasta una luna muy peculiares, y un nuevo fermento de necesidades engendradas por la convivencia de seres pertenecientes a razas disímiles–. Por ello es que el escritor uruguayo Horacio Ferrer aseveró con tanta exactitud: ”El Tango no es una habanera aporteñada ni una continuación de la milonga, ni un tango español adaptado; el Tango es otra música, porque obedece a una tensión espiritual distinta”. Y de esa música nace, naturalmente, una danza procaz, sensual, –desahogo de una soledad compartida entre dos marginales: un malevo y una puta–.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En aquellos años iniciales del Tango se solían percibir imágenes como ésta: En un peringundín... el rojo violáceo de un farol (en la entrada) se funde con el rojo cristalino de un vaso de vino, mientras un vaho turbio cargado de humo y alcohol se eleva desde el lomo de las mesas destartaladas. Un trío con guitarra, flauta y violín... ejecuta los compases chispeantes de uno de los primeros tangos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En el aire se entremezcla una humedad pegajosa con el denso humo del tabaco, haciéndose dueños del ámbito... un olor acre y el rumor salvaje propio de esas leoneras. Sobre el ocre estremecido de un piso de tierra se estrechan, se separan y se vuelven a enlazar dos sierpes humanas. Ese macho y esa hembra están gestando –al conjuro de un mágico contrapunto– una nueva coreografía. Bailarín y bailarina –con sus cuerpos fundidos y la mente liberada de todo pensamiento– se hechizan mutuamente de una manera casi irracional, y sus piernas y sus pies adquieren la misteriosa sabiduría de los brujos. Tras el ocho y el doble ocho nace la infinita variedad de las figuras. De pronto detienen su andar. Quedan en suspenso, pero sin soltarse (el CORTE). Y se suceden las variaciones: LA QUEBRADA, LA CORRIDA, LA SENTADA, LA ASENTADA, LA MEDIALUNA, LA LUSTRADA, EL BALANCEO, EL CUATRO, LAS TOCADAS, LA PATADITA (en el trasero de la mujer). Y EL PASO CRUZADO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que propongo aquí no es que nos internemos en los meandros de la historia del Tango, sino bucear en los abismos de su espíritu, de su esencialidad, para ir en busca de la Tanguitud, lo que sólo podremos hallar sondeando el misterio de Buenos Aires y en el alma de su habitante. Tal vez la clave resida en el vocablo “Compadre”. ¿Por qué es “compadre” el tango en su música, en su danza y hasta –muchas veces– en sus letras? ¿Por qué esa insolencia, ese acento fanfarrón? Precisamente la marginalidad (es decir: la miseria, el desamparo, la soledad de aquellos seres que vivieron en el ambiente donde se acunó el tango) los hizo resentidos, rebeldes, desafiantes. Y debieron transformarse en envalentonados para poder afirmar su existencia, para tener todo el derecho a exclamar: “¡aquí estamos!”, y... “¡somos!”. Y se produjo en ellos un fenómeno de transferencia que les permitió mostrar su valor mediante acciones capaces de despertar la admiración. El amor tierno era una actitud claudicante. El honor, la madre, la mujer, la amistad, el respeto por un ser a quien se admira (como en el caso del protagonista de la obra de teatro de Samuel Eichelbaum, “Un Guapo Del Novecientos”), se lo defendían jugándose la vida. Macho era sinónimo de hombría. Significaba ser hombre en toda su integridad. De ahí el duelo criollo, que –en sus comienzos– llegó a ser un enfrentamiento entre dos rivales con una pierna de un contrincante atada a una de su enemigo circunstancial... como muestra de coraje aún mayor. Así era el “guapo”, el “compadre” de los años iniciales del Tango. La líbido rayaba en el paroxismo del sacrificio, tocaba los dinteles de la muerte... en aras del honor. De este modo actuaban, en el arrabal porteño, tanto el hombre como la mujer. &lt;br /&gt;De ese tiempo compadre surge un arte compadre: el TANGO.&lt;br /&gt;por Tomás Barna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-4523386991104679029?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/4523386991104679029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/4523386991104679029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2007/10/buenos-aires-el-porteo-y-la.html' title='Buenos Aires, el porteño y la tanguitud:tres claves para un misterio denominado... Tango'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-1340072322563088780</id><published>2007-10-10T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T19:51:50.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Esa Vibración del Alma Llamada Tango</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bwgVKxDPrx8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bwgVKxDPrx8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El tango era... antes de ser. Porque el tango se identifica con lo infinito y con el todo. Es el alba, el crepúsculo... y es la noche, la luz y la sombra. Es el aire, el fuego, la tierra y el agua. Es la energía que precede a la creación y es la energía que modifica, sin cesar, lo creado. Es la vida... y es la muerte. Es la tristeza, la soledad, pero también es la amistad y la alegría de amar. Es el espíritu. primigenio que buscó un lugar en la inmensidad del espacio con el anhelo de poder adquirir cuerpo para transmitirle al ser humano el mensaje de su misterio, haciéndolo tangible.&lt;br /&gt;Y fue en Buenos Aires, allá. por 1880, donde se produjo el milagro: la gestación de esa esencia llamada TANGO. Y allí encontró su cauce toda una forma de sentir, de expresarse, de ser, que es la síntesis maravillosa de la angustia y la alegría de existir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En las orillas del puerto de Buenos Aires y en la zona sureña de los arrabales de la ciudad, allá por las postrimerías del siglo XIX, hormigueaban los desheredados: hombres sin trabajo, ex combatientes de las guerras nacionales, otros... perseguidos por la justicia, prostitutas, los últimos gauchos y gran parte de la ola inmigratoria que se iba asentando en la Capital que crecía a pasos agigantados. Estos seres se fueron amalgamando con un sector del criollaje que se sentía cada vez más marginado por la sociedad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comenzaba a escribirse allí –en medio del desarraigo que unía, en cierto modo, a esa gente– la primera página de la historia del tango. El barrio típicamente inmigrante era la Boca, a poca distancia del puerto y a orillas del Riachuelo. La mayoría de sus habitantes eran oriundos de Italia (sobre todo de Génova.). Y en ese ámbito se hallaba el eje de la vida nocturna de la denominada época prohibida del tango. Ello se debía a que esta danza –en sus comienzos– se la practicaba en los bajos fondos de la ciudad, en bailetines, piringundines y prostíbulos.&lt;br /&gt;En el centro mismo de la Boca –en la famosa esquina de Suárez y Necochea– había cuatro Cafés que competían presentando a algunas de Ios primeros músicos importantes del tango: Francisco Canaro, Roberto Firpo, Vicente Lo Duca y Eduardo Arolas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El arrabal fue el paisaje interior del que germinó este arte singular: el TANGO, producto de un nuevo fermento de necesidades engendrados por la convivencia de un mundo de razas disímiles (españoles, italianos, polacos, rusos, judíos, árabes, franceses y criollos).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos primeros acordes del tango se escucharon interpretados en tres instrumentos: guitarra, flauta y violín (los tríos primitivos). A veces se agregaba un arpa pequeña. Hasta que encontró su voz, su “médium”, por obra y gracia del bandoneón, a quien el hombre rioplatense le supo injertar su propia respiración, sus latidos, su nostalgia, ciertos tintes melancólicos, sus sueños y su forma peculiar de expresarse.&lt;br /&gt;Desde el "pardo" Sebastián Ramos Mejía –uno de los primeros bandoneonistas–, pasando por Chiappe, Arolas, Juan Maglio "Pacho", Maffia, Láurenz, Carlos Marcucci, Ciriaco Ortiz, Ruggiero y el inefable Aníbal Troilo (“Pichuco”), hasta los vanguardistas Rovira y Piazzolla, el lenguaje musical del tango fue "in crescendo”, enriquecido por músicos excepcionales de la talla artística de Julio De Caro, Fresedo, Di Sarli, Gobbi, Salgán y Lucio Demare, entre otros. Y en el plano vocal brilla, por supuesto, el máximo, el maestro de los cantores e –incluso– de los músicos de tango: Carlos Gardel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con estilos, concepciones, escuelas distintas, el tango ha avanzado por el camino que se supo abrir, siendo siempre fiel a su soplo esencial, de raíz criolla, sin perder jamás su fuerza y autenticidad visceral.&lt;br /&gt;por Tomás Barna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-1340072322563088780?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/1340072322563088780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/1340072322563088780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2007/10/esa-vibracin-del-alma-llamada-tango.html' title='Esa Vibración del Alma Llamada Tango'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-497924908082666938</id><published>2007-10-10T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T19:45:35.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El Embrujo de la Danza del Tango</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U2EeWzrmrhY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U2EeWzrmrhY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intentaré transmitir lo que experimenta una pareja de bailarines de tango uando –vibra muy dentro de ellos– el sentimiento de lo rioplatense, de lo porteño y –por ende– de lo argentino. Ese varón y esa mujer están gestando, al conjuro de un mágico contrapunto, una nueva coreografía. Ambos danzarines –con sus cuerpos en fusión y la mente liberada de todo pensamiento– se hechizan mutuamente de una manera casi irracional, y sus piernas y sus pies adquieren la misteriosa sabiduría de los brujos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada uno de los integrantes de la pareja se olvida de sí mismo penetrando espiritualmente en el otro. Es una suerte de embriaguez, de pasión, de necesidad de proyectarse, de captar –en un instante– la eternidad. Es un auténtico orgasmo metafísico (¿por qué no?), ya que en el acto de bailar el tango hay una búsqueda secreta del infinito, una voluntad irreprimible de escapar del vacío existencial y un goce de orden estético –provocado por las figuras que se ejecutan, los desplazamientos en el espacio y la fascinación de los movimientos–. Y todo ello está vehiculado por el acercamiento de ambos cuerpos que se hacen UNO gracias a un fenómeno de ósmosis misterioso que nace de la seducción que ejerce sobre los bailarines la propia música que les transfiere la esencia de la porteñidad, que –implícitamente– es una de las esencias de la argentinidad.&lt;br /&gt;por Tomás Barna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-497924908082666938?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/497924908082666938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/497924908082666938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2007/10/el-embrujo-de-la-danza-del-tango.html' title='El Embrujo de la Danza del Tango'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-4984968805778217806</id><published>2007-09-23T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T08:49:34.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Geraldine Rojas - La Flor de Urquiza</title><content type='html'>Geraldine Rojas y Andrés Amarilla - Octubre 1993 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EKqA4EDwW5w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EKqA4EDwW5w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consumada milonguera, ex—prófuga de la justicia y ahora actriz de cine, nunca terminó el colegio. De pie en el umbral de su casa en Villa Crespo, sin el espeso maquillaje de las noches del Sunderland las pecas en la cara resaltan el aire infantil de Geraldine Rojas. Cumplió veintiún años pero vivió velozmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Turca María del Carmen creía que a los cinco años su hija era demasiado chica para salir de noche, pero no a los ocho, y entonces Geraldine comenzó a frecuentar milongas hasta la madrugada. Iba con la Turca y era la única niña. Bailaba con viejos milongueros como Pepito Avellaneda, Gerardo Portalea o Cacho Mantegaza, hasta que el sueño la vencía. Tuvo una infancia singular: "Cuando iba temprano al Club Sin Rumbo los milongueros me hacían caminar la pista hasta que me hartaba, para practicar. Ahí iba yo, caminando, caminando, y desde cada mesa me decían algo. Lampazo: ''Piba, juntá las rodillas y los tobillos cuando caminás''. Margarita: ''No arrugués, piba, no arrugués!''. Milonguita: ''¿Qué buscás en el piso? ¿Petróleo? Levantá la cabeza''".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con esa escuela, y sin ninguna formación técnica ni metódica, Geraldine se convirtió en una muy respetada bailarina en la pista y en el escenario, una de las pocas bailarinas profesionales que sin provenir de la danza académica logran ser reconocidas en primera línea. Viajó a Europa y Japón dando clases y shows con su compañero Javier Rodríguez, y es una de las figuras de la película de Robert Duvall Assassination tango.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tus modelos son las viejas milongueras de Urquiza, del Club Sunderland o el Sin Rumbo, ¿no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellas: la Fillipini, Ada, la negra Margarita, la Rusa. No hay nadie que ponga los pies mejor que la Fillipini. Es una mujer grandota, alta, imponente: unos tacos impresionantes, polleras amplias, cara de mala. Una reina, no te cansás de mirarla. Ada es el típico tango salón y a la vez algo sucio, no porque sea desprolija sino porque tiene una pisada más al piso. La Fillipini es más etérea y ésta más densa, pero elegante siempre. Margarita es todo lo contrario: tiene una energía, una velocidad que decís: ¡¿Dios mío?! ¡¿Cómo lo hace?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Por qué siempre te fijaste en esa generación?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me crié en eso. Los jóvenes vinieron después. Cuando aparecieron Miguel Zotto y Milena Plebs yo era una pibita y fue un shock, a nivel de colgar el póster en la pieza. Igual cuando surgieron Vanina Bilous o Guillermina Quiroga. Me volvían loca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Entonces no pensaste en estudiar danza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamá me quería llevar al casting del Colón pero no fuimos. Creo que no es imprescindible estudiar. La ves a Margarita en el Sunderland, y no podés entender cómo hace los voleos que hace. Bueno, Margarita es enfermera, es más, no duerme porque sale del Sunderland y se va al hospital. Pensar que hay minas que están en la barra los siete días de la semana, meta aductor, estiramiento, hueso flotante y no sé qué más: ¡No bailés más, hermana, mirála a Margarita y después hablamos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dejando de lado la excelencia de Villa Urquiza, sos bastante crítica en la milonga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos divertimos poniendo apodos. Están Chuky, Terminator y Jack el Destripador, siempre bailando con alguna Stekelman que salió medio fallada. Nunca falta Beethoven, el sordo que jamás pisa a tiempo. En toda milonga hay un Béjart; es "el creador", dirige la pista, coreografía, grita: "Vení! Andá! ¡Guarda que viene variación!" Y están los Traseros Danzantes. Mi hermana dice: "Si moviera tanto las piernas como mueve el culo, bailaría bien".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Con Javier se conocieron en la milonga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo conocí en el Sin Rumbo un miércoles hace siete años; yo tenía 15 y dos semanas. Empezamos a practicar, después nos pusimos de novios. Cuando terminemos la casa, nos casamos. La historia es un poco rara porque el papá de Javier había sido muy amigo de mi vieja; eran dos matrimonios íntimos en la milonga y un día se pelearon mal. Quedaron los dos bandos: Montescos y Capuletos. El ambiente conocía la pelea, así que el día que Javier y yo salimos a bailar juntos por primera vez, se paró la milonga. Después Javier se peleó con el padre y se fue a vivir con nosotros. Después se peleó con mi vieja y yo me fui con él.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Qué edad tenías?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dieciséis. Me fui de la puerta del Sunderland. Nos fugamos. Javier estuvo buscado por rapto y yo por el juez de Menores. Mi vieja caía con la policía a los bailes del Regine y Almagro... Es una historia larga, con el tiempo nos reconciliamos todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javier y vos viajan mucho, pero aquí siguen yendo a todas las milongas. ¿Están mejor o peor? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En las del centro la pista se va fuera de control: te chocan, te pisan. Cuando somos todos pibes está todo bien. Pero con los viejos hay una cuestión de respeto. Si bailo con el Puppy, con el Tete, con el Nene o el Dany, me molesta que les peguen. Una vez le dije a un pibe: Che, loco, paráte. ¿No ves que hay un milonguero?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from Clarin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-4984968805778217806?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/4984968805778217806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/4984968805778217806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2007/09/geraldine-rojas-la-flor-de-urquiza.html' title='Geraldine Rojas - La Flor de Urquiza'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-693511593794255164</id><published>2007-09-23T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T08:39:56.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shakira Live Tango Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="335"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/5KVtsJyn2yUa9fPDQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/5KVtsJyn2yUa9fPDQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="335" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x28vlm_shakira-tango-live_music"&gt;Shakira Tango Live&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakira - Objection (Tango) lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not her fault that she's so irresistible &lt;br /&gt;But all the damage she's caused isn't fixable &lt;br /&gt;Every twenty seconds you repeat her name &lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to me you don't care &lt;br /&gt;if I'm alive or dead &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So objection I don't wanna be the exception &lt;br /&gt;To get a bit of your attention &lt;br /&gt;I love you for free and I'm not your mother &lt;br /&gt;But you don't even bother &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Objection I'm tired of this triangle &lt;br /&gt;Got dizzy dancing tango &lt;br /&gt;I'm falling apart in your hands again &lt;br /&gt;No way I've got to get away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to her cheap silicon I look minimal &lt;br /&gt;That's why in front of your eyes I'm invisible &lt;br /&gt;But you gotta know small things also count &lt;br /&gt;You better put your feet on the ground &lt;br /&gt;And see what it's about &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Objection I don't wanna be the exception &lt;br /&gt;To get a bit of your attention &lt;br /&gt;I love you for free and I'm not your mother &lt;br /&gt;But you don't even bother &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Objection I'm tired of this triangle &lt;br /&gt;Got dizzy dancing tango &lt;br /&gt;I'm falling apart in your hands again &lt;br /&gt;No way I've got to get away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there was a chance for you and me &lt;br /&gt;I wish you couldn't find a place to be &lt;br /&gt;Away from here &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pathetic and sardonic &lt;br /&gt;It's sadistic and psychotic &lt;br /&gt;Tango is not for three &lt;br /&gt;Was never meant to be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can try it &lt;br /&gt;Rehearse it &lt;br /&gt;Or train like a horse &lt;br /&gt;But don't you count on me &lt;br /&gt;Don't you count on me boy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Objection I don't wanna be the exception &lt;br /&gt;To get a bit of your attention &lt;br /&gt;I love you for free and I'm not your mother &lt;br /&gt;But you don't even bother &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Objection I'm tired of this triangle &lt;br /&gt;Got dizzy dancing tango &lt;br /&gt;I'm falling apart in your hands again &lt;br /&gt;No way I've got to get away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-693511593794255164?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/693511593794255164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/693511593794255164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2007/09/shakira-live-tango-video.html' title='Shakira Live Tango Video'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-5213316551633519969</id><published>2007-08-28T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T19:28:22.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>V Mundial Del Tango - Los Campeones - Categoria Tango Escenario</title><content type='html'>Fernando Gracia &amp; Natalia Yael Tonelli Attori &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EWuRareh570"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EWuRareh570" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complete results : &lt;a href="http://www.pasiontango.net/news.asp"&gt;http://www.pasiontango.net/news.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-5213316551633519969?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/5213316551633519969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/5213316551633519969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2007/08/v-mundial-del-tango-los-campeones.html' title='V Mundial Del Tango - Los Campeones - Categoria Tango Escenario'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-2497818857674328886</id><published>2007-07-30T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T09:04:48.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are allowed to play here,becouse...we dont know why.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8YEyiMYHBOE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8YEyiMYHBOE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-2497818857674328886?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/2497818857674328886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/2497818857674328886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2007/07/we-are-allowed-to-play-herebecousewe.html' title='We are allowed to play here,becouse...we dont know why.'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-2468704425710097201</id><published>2007-02-07T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:31:32.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing the Tango keeps the brain in step!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/RcqhMxRSK8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8gShlqmyTaY/s1600-h/tangoblog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029009174668913602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/RcqhMxRSK8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8gShlqmyTaY/s320/tangoblog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doing the tango keeps the brain in step, too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By Kathleen Fackelmann, USA TODAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WASHINGTON — The hot moves of the Argentine Tango not only keep the aging body in shape, they also may help sharpen the aging brain, according to a study out Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;That study, presented here at the annual meeting of the Society for Neuroscience, adds to a growing body of evidence indicating that such challenging leisure activities as dancing, chess or even gardening may offer a boost in brainpower that could offset the declines that can come with old age.&lt;br /&gt;Previous studies in animals and in humans had suggested that a sweat-breaking workout may help keep brain cells in top form. But Patricia McKinley of McGill University in Montreal also knew that the activity had to be something that seniors would enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;McKinley picked the tango, a dance that's both fun to do and involves a series of complex moves that can improve balance. Her team recruited 30 seniors ages 68 to 91. Half the group got tango lessons, and the other half were assigned to a walking group.&lt;br /&gt;The dancers got a boost in self-esteem almost right away.&lt;br /&gt;"They would come in with sweatpants and sneakers, but after the third or fourth class, they had on makeup and jewelry," McKinley says. The class was mostly older women, but older men came, too.&lt;br /&gt;After 10 weeks, the team looked for improvements in brainpower. Both walkers and tango dancers had better scores on memory tests, but only the tango dancers improved on a multitasking test. Such a boost may translate to better abilities off the dance floor, such as the ability to talk on the phone while responding to an e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;Tango dancers also gained improvements in balance and motor coordination. That finding suggests they'd be at less risk of falling, a significant gain for older, frail people who can break a hip and never fully recover, McKinley says.&lt;br /&gt;Tango dancing isn't the only way to power up the brain.&lt;br /&gt;A second study, also presented at the Society for Neuroscience meeting, suggests that a specialized computer game might do the same.&lt;br /&gt;Michael Merzenich at the University of California-San Francisco and his colleagues designed a gamelike computer program that might improve the ability to retain information.&lt;br /&gt;The game also trains older people to listen carefully to words, strings of words or sentences and then answer questions about what they've learned. Older people often have trouble with their hearing, and that can slow down or impair their ability to learn a new task, Merzenich says.&lt;br /&gt;The group trained 42 seniors to use the computer program. They found the seniors did better on standard tests of memory and attention compared with 33 control-group seniors, some of whom used a computer during the eight weeks but not the specialized game.&lt;br /&gt;Both studies underscore the importance of a good mental workout. "The brain is like a muscle," says Paul Coleman at the University of Rochester Medical Center. Seniors should pick an activity they enjoy, such as tennis or bridge, and then "just do it," Coleman says. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/tech/science/2005-11-15-tango_x.htm"&gt;USA TODAY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-2468704425710097201?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/2468704425710097201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/2468704425710097201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2007/02/doing-tango-keeps-brain-in-step.html' title='Doing the Tango keeps the brain in step!'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fWxbkup-PQk/RcqhMxRSK8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8gShlqmyTaY/s72-c/tangoblog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-116705729983451729</id><published>2006-12-25T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T06:34:59.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are a DANCER when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7422/3777/1600/135061/TangoShoes-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7422/3777/320/470485/TangoShoes-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Dance is life and the rest is just spare time....you have never heard of the words whining and wimps....you have blisters on your feet for life....you use rosin more than soap....you have become attached to your pointe shoes....your body cracks loud enough to stop class but you don't hear it....pirouette and fouette are the two main words in your vocabulary....your friends are at the mall looking at the newest fashion, when you're looking at leos....your feet have more blisters than toes....you pointe you toes during pull-ups for gym class....you dance down the hallway instead of walk....your solo music is your favorite song....you know most barres aren't in jails...."Practice makes perfect" isn't just a saying, but a way of life....all your friends are eating dinner while you are in class....you do pirouettes while waiting in line....you do grande jetes in the parking lot....you can't remember a time when your feet were soft &amp;amp; uncallused....you perform well under stress....you perform calmly before crowds yet suffers anxiety during school tests....you are well coordinated....you have the ability to balance your body on five toes, yet cannot bend over to pick the clothes up off the floor of your room....you have a new leo for every day of class....every hard floor is like a place for practicing....you seem at least 5 inches taller to everyone from walking around your toes all the time....you walk with your toes first unconciously....you walk with your feet turned out unconciously....you know the butterfly isnt an insect, but a stretch....you use every handrail you see for practicing your fouettes....you have your own box of rosin in the corner of your room....your dad bought stock in bandaids....you actually sit up striaght in your chair at school....you hear classical music and your muscles start to twitch....you actaully DREAM of wearing those heavy, expensive, netting-ridden tutus....you dont dance for a week, and even your brother notices....the top shelf in your closet is stuffed with your old leos and dance shoes....you know more French words than anything else....you have an entire drawer devoted to your dance stuff....you have fights with gymnasts about who works harder....you thought that scene in Fantasia where all the huge animals were dancing around in pointe shoes was degrading....the "Simple Life" to you is dance practice 6 days a week, 8 hours a day....you own 25 pairs of shoes...but 20 of them are for dance....everything you do has to do with dance....you tell off boys on dates telling them you have dance....you suddenly can't count past 8....you're more comfortable in dance clothes than in your regular clothes....you can learn the dances to music videos like that....if you're at school wearing sandals, and it's a boring class, you will kick off your sandals and practice or work on pointing your feet....if you tune out people by practicing and running through variations in your head....when you put on your pointe shoes to reach high places....your friends say they went shoe shopping and you ask them if they got a hard or medium shank....you carry band aids, surgical tape, and new skin in your back pack "just in case"....you can't sit still when you hear music....you notice other people's bad posture and would love to tell them to stand up straight....you find yourself talking about the last class or rehearsal to people who just dont care, for hours......you lecture your friends when they draw pictures of ballerinas with pointe shoe ribbons tied up to their knees....you should be concentrating on your school work, but you can't stop daydreaming about your dance routines....any small downsloping hill makes you want to tambe, pas de bouree, glissade, grand jete....every song on the radio conjures up choreography that would go perfectly....you're very excited about some rehearsal/class/dance/etc but all of your non-dance friends look at you like 'what the heck is so exciting about that?'....you bend over to pick up something and your leg shoots up to a 180* angle....before everything you do you say 5,6,7,8....you laugh at a non-dancer when they say their feet hurt....you don't think it is wierd when a boy wears tights....you noticed every mistake made on any dance movie or TV show....instead of calling rooms rooms you call them "studios"....you get disgusted when you see cheerleaders because they never pointe their toes and they think they are actually good dancers....watching TV is not a time to relax, it is a time to strech....you can't name 2 basket ball stars, but you can name 100 dancer stars....when someone tells you to "work on that attitude, young lady!" and you think they're talking about your turnout, not your demeanor....you start looking at the amount of stage presence nondancers have ordinarily....you tell people that they have good knees, good extentions, good arches....the word "center" means more to you than just the middle of something....your furniture in your bedroom is arranged to provide you with the largest open area possible....you have broken at least one household item while practicing your allegro....you check the TV Guide for any program even remotely relating to dance....you sleep with your legs in a turned out position....you cannot listen to music without choreographing a dance in your head....a broken toe sends you spiralling into a deep depression....seeing someone go into a split doesn't shock you....you miss catching the ball during gym class because you were practicing the sequence from last night's class....you believe your gym teacher knows nothing about real sports....you can not carry a conversation and not mention something dance related for 10 minutes....when seeing someone walking on the street wearing stockings and a bun doesn't phase you....you dance in classrooms in school, particularly during homeroom....you firmly believe that hallways were invented for the sole purpose of practicing grand jetes....you use the counter in the bathroom to stretch out while you brush your teeth....you dance around the house until your parents scream about how you are going to break something, but you can't stop. .... and you actually took time to read this whole list!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-116705729983451729?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116705729983451729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116705729983451729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-are-dancer-when.html' title='You are a DANCER when...'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-116688067451272638</id><published>2006-12-23T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T09:26:40.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7422/3777/1600/720012/auguri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7422/3777/320/639072/auguri.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-116688067451272638?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116688067451272638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116688067451272638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-116662884983714192</id><published>2006-12-20T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T07:44:41.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tango Dancers</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=94965" quality="best" scale="exactfit" width="400" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tango dancers (santiago melazzini)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-116662884983714192?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116662884983714192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116662884983714192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/12/tango-dancers.html' title='Tango Dancers'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-116615787888472263</id><published>2006-12-14T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T20:44:38.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you are a Tango Addict when......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7422/3777/1600/662330/OsvaldoPugliese1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7422/3777/320/480736/OsvaldoPugliese1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most exciting things in the world is to dance tango with a complete stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go through withdrawal without at least one tango-high per week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your descriptions of tango have shifted from "unbounded enthusiasm" to "youwouldn't understand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You've stopped saying sorry when you screw up - you just tango out of thetrouble you got into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep a pair of dance shoes in your car at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wish you paid more attention in high school Spanish class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've sold or moved most of your furniture to give yourself practice space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You plan the rest of your social life so it doesn't conflict with tango nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make sure you never run out of breath mints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You no longer freak out at the prospect of leading a boleo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You travel interstate to tango.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've had the big tango-fight with your partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are unable to schedule major surgery without compromising tango commitments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You now view the world in terms of people who tango and those unfortunate souls who don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've progressed from the practice hold to full contact tango.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to work hard to maintain non-tango friendships (if you have any left).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been dancing a year and still don't get bored talking tango.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You listen to tango music when you're not at a pr?ctica or milonga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bring your ankles and knees together all the time, even in the elevator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been known to sing in the ear of your partner while dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite color is tango black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends and family automatically assume that you want tango-related birthdaygifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends are secretly plotting to kidnap you for a week of seriousdeprogramming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who Carlos Gardel is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You own a bootleg copy of Tango Bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your wardrobe is predominantly black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocho is more than just a number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fantasy travel destination is Buenos Aires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have developed the ability to turn any conversation to tango within 2minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You no longer have parties at your house; you host milongas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you look in the mirror, you are usually looking at your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your shopping cart often substitutes as your dance partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've figured out how to find the hidden tango sections in any record store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tango never fails to energize, no matter how tired you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before traveling, you check out the net for tango events in that area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are willing to spend twice as much time driving to a milonga as you actually dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You automatically do something Tango-ish whenever you navigate through a crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your computer passwords at work are always phrases related to tango.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ear has been trained to recognize the tango possibilities in all forms of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember the place and partner with whom you danced your first real tango.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bring your own tango CDs to wedding receptions to ensure that your requests will be played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tango has diminished, if not ruined, the appeal of every other dance you ever did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little else in your life gets done compared to your pre-tango days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your passion-index is much higher compared to your pre-tango days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What pre-tango days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You regularly shop the local Salvation Army to supplement your tango wardrobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been spotted dancing tango in parking lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posters for upcoming tango events are always magnetized to your refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have developed a healthy fear of foot injuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your interest in shoes can easily be mistaken for a fetish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dance tango in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seek out stories from those who have danced tango in other countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought enters your mind that Johnny Cash was aware of tango black long before you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have found yourself caught in unusual situations that are best described as a Tango Moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You become associated with a signature move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have hosted someone from Buenos Aires at your home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't resist dancing a few tango steps whenever you cross a wooden floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find that you sandwich feet far more often than shake hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you wait in line, you must fight the urge to randomly gancho thosearound you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've put your house on the market to support your tango habit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-116615787888472263?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116615787888472263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116615787888472263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-know-you-are-tango-addict-when.html' title='You know you are a Tango Addict when......'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-116438672321884016</id><published>2006-11-24T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T08:45:23.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear friends and students....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7422/3777/1600/412678/veverica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7422/3777/320/502031/veverica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Friends and Students,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this e-mail we happily announce our second pregnancy to all of you!&lt;br /&gt;We are 35 weeks pregnant, and the due date for Lucio Di Falco is December 24th.. Yes it is a boy, due Christmas Eve, which is very soon!!!&lt;br /&gt;This pregnancy was not as easy as the first one and we decided to wait a little before telling everybody so we apologies for not telling you all sooner. Everything is fine now, and we are excitedly waiting for the holy arrival. (Well keep you updated).&lt;br /&gt;Because of all the wonderful presents we received with Palomas pregnancy we have most things we need for the baby. There is no need for you to send us anything. However, if you are planning too please check our baby registry first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.babiesrus.com/" href="http://rd.bcentral.com/?ID=4701234&amp;s=99480358" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://rd.bcentral.com/?ID=4701234&amp;amp;s=99480358&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby registry Lucio Di Falco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much for your wonderful support to our family.&lt;br /&gt;Warmest regards and a Wonderful Holiday to you and all your families,&lt;br /&gt;Carolina, Diego and Paloma Di Falco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-116438672321884016?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116438672321884016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116438672321884016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/11/dear-friends-and-students.html' title='Dear friends and students....'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-116255094068059263</id><published>2006-11-03T02:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T02:49:00.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tango of the Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/TangoSimbol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/320/TangoSimbol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Don Nicanor Paredes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milonga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: &lt;a href="http://www.pasiontango-belgrade.com/en/biographyastorpiazzolla.asp"&gt;Astor Piazzolla &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyric: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jorge_Luis_Borges"&gt;Jorge Luis Borges &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venga un rasgueo y ahora,&lt;br /&gt;con el permiso de ustedes,&lt;br /&gt;le estoy cantando, señores,&lt;br /&gt;a Don Nicanor Paredes.&lt;br /&gt;No lo vi rígido y muerto.&lt;br /&gt;Ni siquiera lo vi enfermo.&lt;br /&gt;Lo veo con paso firme&lt;br /&gt;pisar su feudo, Palermo.&lt;br /&gt;El bigote un poco gris,&lt;br /&gt;pero en los ojos el brillo,&lt;br /&gt;y cerca del corazón&lt;br /&gt;el bultito del cuchillo.&lt;br /&gt;El cuchillo de esa muerte&lt;br /&gt;de la que no le gustabahablar...&lt;br /&gt;Alguna desgraciade cuadreras o de tabas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De atrio más bien fue caudillo,&lt;br /&gt;si no me marra la cuenta,&lt;br /&gt;allá por los tiempos bravos&lt;br /&gt;del ochocientos noventa.&lt;br /&gt;Si entre la gente de faca&lt;br /&gt;se armaba algún entrevero&lt;br /&gt;él lo paraba de golpe,&lt;br /&gt;de un grito o con el talero.&lt;br /&gt;Ahora está muerto y con élcuánta memoria se apaga&lt;br /&gt;de aquel Palermo perdido&lt;br /&gt;del baldío y de la daga.&lt;br /&gt;Ahora está muerto y me digo:&lt;br /&gt;¡Qué hará usted, Don Nicanor,&lt;br /&gt;en un cielo sin caballos,&lt;br /&gt;sin vino, retruco y flor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-116255094068059263?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116255094068059263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116255094068059263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/11/tango-of-day.html' title='Tango of the Day!'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-116241187724745742</id><published>2006-11-01T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T04:19:12.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tango Shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I like this &lt;a href="http://www.pasiontango-belgrade.com/en/tangoshoes.asp"&gt;dance shoes&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/EWHvvWdKCj8" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-116241187724745742?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116241187724745742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116241187724745742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/11/tango-shoes.html' title='Tango Shoes'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-116239259445383361</id><published>2006-11-01T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T07:20:47.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Antonio Todaro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/TangoBack.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/320/TangoBack.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Antonio Todaro was a great inventor and creator of tango figures and steps. His style of tango was strong, masculine, fast, and powerful. It was not a slow, soft, romantic tango like many people dance today. In Todaro's style, the man was very powerful and so was the woman. He was little concerned with the basic walk of a social tango. Antonio once remarked that he was going to Europe to teach "his" tango, he was very proud of the speed, agility, and acrobatics of his technique. Todaro often practiced and invented new steps with other men like Raul Bravo. One man led and the other followed, and then they switched. Out of these practices evolved a very strong, one could say almost "A-sexual" style of tango in which there was no masculine and no feminine. Both partners were equally strong. A man could do a woman's step, and a woman could do a man's step. It was a very creative, free style of dancing Tango.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/EPC7Zc0az9Q" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-116239259445383361?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116239259445383361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116239259445383361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/11/antonio-todaro.html' title='Antonio Todaro'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-116237244751923223</id><published>2006-11-01T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T01:22:53.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotan Project</title><content type='html'>"We really wanted to explore both tango and folkloric music from Argentina a lot further than we had before," says Philippe. "That's why many of the tracks are really classically tango-orientated, very traditional patterns that people like (Anibal) Troilo would use."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/feMJx8ldhbQ" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotanproject.com/home.php?lang=en"&gt;Gotan Project&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-116237244751923223?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116237244751923223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116237244751923223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/11/gotan-project.html' title='Gotan Project'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-116221349858835383</id><published>2006-10-30T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T05:34:40.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Astor Piazzolla</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/Bandoneon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/320/Bandoneon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ástor Piazzolla (March 11, 1921 in Mar del Plata – July 4, 1992 in Buenos Aires) is widely considered the most important tango composer of the latter half of the twentieth century. His compositions revolutionized the traditional tango with a modern style — incorporating elements from jazz and classical music in a style termed nuevo tango. He was also a formidable bandoneón player, and often performed his own compositions with different ensembles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/E0rgogE0zlM" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-116221349858835383?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116221349858835383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116221349858835383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/10/astor-piazzolla.html' title='Astor Piazzolla'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-116205841062358971</id><published>2006-10-28T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T11:00:10.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/BrandoLastTangoInParis.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/320/BrandoLastTangoInParis.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to take a coffe,see you later;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-116205841062358971?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116205841062358971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116205841062358971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/10/well.html' title='Well...'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-116186962777404242</id><published>2006-10-26T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T06:33:47.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carlos Gardel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/carlos-gardel-1908.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/320/carlos-gardel-1908.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Carlos Gardel (11 December 1890 – 24 June 1935) was an enormously popular tango singer during the inter-war years. His death in an airplane crash at the height of his career created an image of a tragic hero on both shores of the River Plate. For many music fans, Gardel embodies the soul of the tango, a musical form and dance which evolved in the barrios of Buenos Aires and Montevideo at the end of the 19th century.&lt;br /&gt;Gardel possessed a baritone voice deployed with unerring musicality and dramatic phrasing, creating miniature masterpieces among the hundreds of three-minute tangos which he recorded during his lifetime. Together with his long-term collaborator, lyricist Alfredo Le Pera, Gardel also wrote several classic tangos, notably Mi Buenos Aires querido, Amores de Estudiante, Soledad, Volver, Por una cabeza and El día que me quieras.&lt;br /&gt;Gardel began his career singing in bars and at private parties and in 1911 formed a duet with Francisco Martino, and after with José Razzano (which would last until 1925), singing a wide repertory. Gardel made the music his own by inventing the tango-canción in 1917 with Mi Noche Triste, a Pascual Contursi and Samuel Castriota's theme, which sold 100,000 copies and was a hit throughout Latin America. Gardel went on to tour Argentina, Uruguay, Chile, Brazil, Puerto Rico, Venezuela, Colombia and made appearances in Barcelona, Madrid, Paris and New York. He sold 70,000 records in the first three months of a 1928 visit to Paris. As his popularity grew, he made a number of films for Paramount in France and the U.S., which were essentially vehicles for his singing and matinée-idol looks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/Carlos-Gardel-Montevideo-19.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/320/Carlos-Gardel-Montevideo-19.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="internal" title="Carlos Gardel impersonator/street performer; image details at http://contentdm.nitle.org/u?/realia,1418" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:CarlosGardelImpersonator.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="internal" title="Enlarge" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:CarlosGardelImpersonator.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When Gardel and his collaborator Le Pera were killed in an airplane crash in Medellín, Colombia in 1935, millions of his fans throughout Latin America went into mourning. Hordes of people thronged to pay their respects as the singer's body travelled via Colombia, New York and Rio de Janeiro to Montevideo, Uruguay where his mother lived. There he was put on lit de parade while thousands of Uruguayans rendered homage to their beloved singer. After two days the singer's body travelled to its final resting place in La Chacarita cemetery in Buenos Aires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-116186962777404242?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116186962777404242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116186962777404242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/10/carlos-gardel_26.html' title='Carlos Gardel'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-116186770731150876</id><published>2006-10-26T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T06:08:01.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pablo Veron &amp; Geraldina Rojas</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/_Sm2IRMQTTI" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-116186770731150876?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116186770731150876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116186770731150876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/10/pablo-veron-geraldina-rojas.html' title='Pablo Veron &amp; Geraldina Rojas'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-116177810177020286</id><published>2006-10-25T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T05:08:21.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tango quote of the day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/Tango09.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/320/Tango09.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our performance style is about communication and everything has to be together. We do not compromise the character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fernandaguillermo.com/"&gt;Fernanda Ghi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-116177810177020286?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116177810177020286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116177810177020286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/10/tango-quote-of-day_25.html' title='Tango quote of the day!'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-116168570599266336</id><published>2006-10-24T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T03:28:26.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumba</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/Rumbadance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/320/Rumbadance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dance that tells the story of love and eroticism between a man and a woman&lt;br /&gt;The Rumba relies on the age-old premise of the lady trying to conquer the gentleman by means of her womanly charms. Incorporating all the elements of teasing and withdrawal, it is considered the most sensual of the Latin &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/dancing/dances.html?primetime=true"&gt;dances&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about Tango ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-116168570599266336?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116168570599266336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116168570599266336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/10/rumba.html' title='Rumba'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-116168350578763080</id><published>2006-10-24T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T02:51:45.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ski Jumping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/cachafaz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/320/cachafaz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ski jumping is largely about the scientific tango between lift and drag that takes place in 100-meter (330-foot) flights through chilly winter air. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2006/02/0217_060217_ski_jump.html"&gt;NY Times&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-116168350578763080?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116168350578763080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116168350578763080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/10/ski-jumping.html' title='Ski Jumping'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-116166525053789117</id><published>2006-10-23T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T21:47:30.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tango Del Dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/Rudy63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/320/Rudy63.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/Valentino.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi único tesoro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: Agustín Magaldi, Pedro Noda&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: Emilio Magaldi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allá lejos en la loma&lt;br /&gt;donde las aves cantan su amor,&lt;br /&gt;tengo el nidito mío,&lt;br /&gt;de mil colores que es para vos.&lt;br /&gt;Lo hicimos juntitos&lt;br /&gt;con el hornero y el leñador,&lt;br /&gt;y de todas las aves&lt;br /&gt;luce el plumaje en su esplendor.&lt;br /&gt;Y al amanecer,&lt;br /&gt;cuando sale el sol,&lt;br /&gt;cual si fueran rosas, cascada del cielo,&lt;br /&gt;que manda la virgen de mi ilusión.&lt;br /&gt;Si las quieres ver,&lt;br /&gt;acompáñame,&lt;br /&gt;que por tus encantostodo&lt;br /&gt;aquel trono pongo a tus pies.&lt;br /&gt;Mira si será hermoso,&lt;br /&gt;que de goloso me lo envidió&lt;br /&gt;el cacique más pumaque&lt;br /&gt;allá en la tribu se conoció.&lt;br /&gt;Mientras que con enojos,&lt;br /&gt;por sus antojos rechacé yo&lt;br /&gt;sus riquezas de raza,&lt;br /&gt;pieles de caza de gran valor.&lt;br /&gt;Te lo ofrezco a ti&lt;br /&gt;por sólo tu amor,&lt;br /&gt;no me importa el oro&lt;br /&gt;ni el gran tesoro&lt;br /&gt;de todo un reino de emperador.&lt;br /&gt;Para ser felizbasta tu querer,&lt;br /&gt;si no hay más riquezas&lt;br /&gt;que tus bellezas de mujer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-116166525053789117?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116166525053789117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116166525053789117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/10/tango-del-dia.html' title='Tango Del Dia'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-116166076960888356</id><published>2006-10-23T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T20:37:59.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnavalito Milonga</title><content type='html'>This is cutest dance i ever saw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/Kr4uTmy_kvk" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt that they are famous milongueros, but this is incredible! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-116166076960888356?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116166076960888356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116166076960888356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/10/carnavalito-milonga.html' title='Carnavalito Milonga'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-116134769709841010</id><published>2006-10-20T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T05:47:04.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote Of The Day!</title><content type='html'>"When the police began to appear at those parties we stopped organizing them".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/BuenosLegs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/320/BuenosLegs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Alberto Estévez "Petroleo"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-116134769709841010?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116134769709841010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116134769709841010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/10/quote-of-day_20.html' title='Quote Of The Day!'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-116134596840012050</id><published>2006-10-20T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T05:21:03.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El Dia Que Me Quieras</title><content type='html'>In 1935, Paramount pictures made a tango musical featuring the rising Argentine star Carlos Gardel. Not long after that, Gardel, who is widely credited with popularizing Argentina's national dance, the tango, died in an airplane crash, along with many other key figures in the rise of tango music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/wZzTpDUqKwY" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;algo especial...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-116134596840012050?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116134596840012050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116134596840012050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/10/el-dia-que-me-quieras.html' title='El Dia Que Me Quieras'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-116134582759640612</id><published>2006-10-20T04:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T05:03:47.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carlos Gardel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/eldiaquemequierascarlosgard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/320/eldiaquemequierascarlosgard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acaricia mi ensueño&lt;br /&gt;el suave murmullo&lt;br /&gt;de tu suspirar.&lt;br /&gt;Como rie la vida&lt;br /&gt;si tus ojos negros&lt;br /&gt;me quieren mirar.&lt;br /&gt;Y si es mio el amparode&lt;br /&gt;tu risa leve&lt;br /&gt;que es como un cantar,&lt;br /&gt;ella aquieta mi herida,&lt;br /&gt;todo todo se olvida.&lt;br /&gt;El día que me quieras&lt;br /&gt;la rosa que engalana,&lt;br /&gt;se vestirá de fiestacon&lt;br /&gt;su mejor color.&lt;br /&gt;Y al viento las campanas&lt;br /&gt;dirán que ya eres mía,&lt;br /&gt;y locas las fontanas&lt;br /&gt;se contaran su amor.&lt;br /&gt;La noche que me quieras&lt;br /&gt;desde el azul del cielo,&lt;br /&gt;las estrellas celosasnos&lt;br /&gt;mirarán pasar.&lt;br /&gt;Y un rayo misterioso&lt;br /&gt;hara nido en tu pelo,&lt;br /&gt;luciernaga curiosa&lt;br /&gt;que verasque&lt;br /&gt;eres mi consuelo.&lt;br /&gt;El día que me quieras&lt;br /&gt;no habra más que armonía.&lt;br /&gt;Será clara la aurora&lt;br /&gt;y alegre el manantial.&lt;br /&gt;Traerá quieta la brisa&lt;br /&gt;rumor de melodía.&lt;br /&gt;Y nos daran las fuentes&lt;br /&gt;su canto de cristal.&lt;br /&gt;El día que me quieras&lt;br /&gt;endulzara sus cuerdas&lt;br /&gt;el pajaro cantor.&lt;br /&gt;Florecerá la vida&lt;br /&gt;no existira el dolor&lt;br /&gt;La noche que me quieras&lt;br /&gt;desde el azul del cielo,&lt;br /&gt;las estrellas celosas&lt;br /&gt;nos mirarán pasar.&lt;br /&gt;Y un rayo misterioso&lt;br /&gt;hará nido en tu pelo.&lt;br /&gt;Luciernaga curiosa&lt;br /&gt;que verasque&lt;br /&gt;eres mi consuelo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-116134582759640612?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116134582759640612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116134582759640612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/10/carlos-gardel.html' title='Carlos Gardel'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-116125259348853022</id><published>2006-10-19T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T03:09:53.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tango Dancers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/Tango-7.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/320/Tango-7.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://carolinaydiego.com/index.htm"&gt;Carolina Zokalski and Diego Di Falco &lt;/a&gt;have achieved a place of prominence as one of the most critically acclaimed couples in the world of Argentine Tango.&lt;br /&gt;After many years of experience as professional dancers, they joined the cast of the original Broadway production of FOREVER TANGO. At the age of 20 they became the youngest tango dancers in the history of American Musical Theater.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-116125259348853022?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116125259348853022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116125259348853022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/10/tango-dancers.html' title='Tango Dancers'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-116105630724624031</id><published>2006-10-16T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T20:38:27.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tango Food!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/TangoFood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/320/TangoFood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm im so hungry ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-116105630724624031?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116105630724624031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116105630724624031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/10/tango-food.html' title='Tango Food!'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-116088348514318537</id><published>2006-10-14T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:38:05.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tango of the Day !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/aplause.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/320/aplause.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noches de Brasil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es tu cielo azul y tus palmeras&lt;br /&gt;un divino tul de fantasía,&lt;br /&gt;tierra de la eterna primavera, ¡Oh Brasil!&lt;br /&gt;todo, todo en ti es alegría.&lt;br /&gt;Río de Janeiro, bello San Pablo,&lt;br /&gt;tienen un subyugo tus mujeres,&lt;br /&gt;algo que los hombres nunca olvidan.&lt;br /&gt;¡Eres así, eres como un reino celestial!&lt;br /&gt;¡Brasil! ¡Brasil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noches de Brasil&lt;br /&gt;con tibio perfume&lt;br /&gt;de azul alelí.&lt;br /&gt;Noches de Brasil&lt;br /&gt;yo quiero en tus luces&lt;br /&gt;volver a vivir.&lt;br /&gt;Cariocas, paulistas,&lt;br /&gt;muy pronto estaré&lt;br /&gt;de nuevo en sus calles&lt;br /&gt;que nunca olvidé.&lt;br /&gt;¡Brasil,un tango argentino&lt;br /&gt;te quiere cantar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-116088348514318537?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116088348514318537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116088348514318537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/10/tango-of-day.html' title='Tango of the Day !'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-116088313666234130</id><published>2006-10-14T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:32:16.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carlos Gardel mistery!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/shallwedance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/320/shallwedance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding Gardel's birth place, there are two main theories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One claims that Gardel was born in Uruguay, in a small town called Valle Edén, located in the Uruguayan region of Tacuarembó. This position is based on one document, newspaper interviews of the time and oral tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another position claims that Gardel was born as Charles Romuald Gardès in Toulouse, France, to an unknown father and Berthe Gardès (1865-1943), said to have brought him to Argentina at age 27 months. A French birth certificate exists; the original is reportedly owned by the estate of Gardel expert and Puerto Rican radio personality, Gilbert Mamery. The other document that the theorists presents is Gardel's testament, written by himself. In that document, Carlos Gardel affirms that he was born in Toulouse, France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carlos_Gardel"&gt;Wikipedia Carlos Gardel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-116088313666234130?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116088313666234130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116088313666234130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/10/carlos-gardel-mistery.html' title='Carlos Gardel mistery!'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-116088257897285303</id><published>2006-10-14T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:22:58.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spanish Proveb</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/gardel-esperame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/320/gardel-esperame.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/LoveChinese.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo tengo una tía que toca la guitarra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-116088257897285303?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116088257897285303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116088257897285303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/10/spanish-proveb.html' title='Spanish Proveb'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-116074797004840573</id><published>2006-10-13T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T06:59:30.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/Rudy17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/320/Rudy17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love teaches even asses to dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;French Proverb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-116074797004840573?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116074797004840573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116074797004840573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/10/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day!'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-116069856112953493</id><published>2006-10-12T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T17:16:01.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance partner solution!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/dancepartner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/320/dancepartner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japanese scientists built themselves a robotic dance partner. The Partner Ballroom Dance Robot, which moves around courtesy of three hidden wheels.&lt;br /&gt;So if you have problem to find dance partner,here is &lt;a href="http://www.engadget.com/2005/06/06/the-partner-ballroom-dance-robot/"&gt;solution&lt;/a&gt;!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-116069856112953493?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116069856112953493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116069856112953493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/10/dance-partner-solution.html' title='Dance partner solution!'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-116059079283077547</id><published>2006-10-11T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:19:52.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shell we Dance?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/J.Lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/320/J.Lo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Lopez allegedly insulted an airhostess - because she couldn't make her a speciality coffee mid-flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Latin diva is said to have flown into a rage after she asked for a double espresso and was told that they couldn't make her one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J.Lo, famed for her outrageous demands, took out her frustration on the stunned stewardess, hurling a torrent of hurtful insults at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unnamed hostess is quoted on website AirlineCrew.net as saying: "She yelled at me because I could not make her a double espresso and then she told me my shoes looked cheap."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.femalefirst.co.uk/"&gt;oops!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-116059079283077547?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116059079283077547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116059079283077547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/10/shell-we-dance.html' title='Shell we Dance?'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-116041443000508990</id><published>2006-10-09T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T10:20:30.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote od the day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/Tango-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/320/Tango-11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we're here we should dance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-116041443000508990?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116041443000508990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116041443000508990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/10/quote-od-day.html' title='Quote od the day!'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-116037500877320512</id><published>2006-10-08T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T23:27:41.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tango Teachers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/Rudy236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/320/Rudy236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a part of a huge list of Tango teachers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan Carlos Copes&lt;br /&gt;Gachi Fernandez&lt;br /&gt;Osvaldo Zotto&lt;br /&gt;Miguel Angel Zotto&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Acuna&lt;br /&gt;Adam Vucetic&lt;br /&gt;Geraldine Rojas&lt;br /&gt;Aguirre Eduardo&lt;br /&gt;Akmajian Paul&lt;br /&gt;Alberti Carlos&lt;br /&gt;Esteban Moreno&lt;br /&gt;Aldasoro Martín&lt;br /&gt;Allievi Silvana&lt;br /&gt;Alonso Pablo Antonio&lt;br /&gt;Alvarenga Verónica&lt;br /&gt;Marcelo Alvarez&lt;br /&gt;Alvarez Pilar&lt;br /&gt;Álvaro Diego&lt;br /&gt;Amarilla Andrés&lt;br /&gt;Maria Nieves&lt;br /&gt;Anastassiades Leonardo&lt;br /&gt;Ancarola Mariana&lt;br /&gt;Andre Ana Cristina&lt;br /&gt;Angelica Alejandro&lt;br /&gt;Angio Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;Anne Giselle&lt;br /&gt;Javier Antar&lt;br /&gt;Antognetti Paolina&lt;br /&gt;Anton Marta&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Firpo&lt;br /&gt;Aragón Adrián&lt;br /&gt;Aramburu Gimena&lt;br /&gt;Araújo Paulo&lt;br /&gt;Araz Ozhan&lt;br /&gt;Eliana Arboleda&lt;br /&gt;Ezequiel Farfaro&lt;br /&gt;Sebastián Arce&lt;br /&gt;Archetti Alexandra&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Arias&lt;br /&gt;Aroxa Jaime&lt;br /&gt;Arquimbau Eduardo&lt;br /&gt;Arquimbau Gloria&lt;br /&gt;Arrué Alejandra&lt;br /&gt;José Artigas&lt;br /&gt;Asprea Claudio&lt;br /&gt;Auzat Michel&lt;br /&gt;Avignonesi, Filippo&lt;br /&gt;Ávila Maximiliano&lt;br /&gt;Aylar Güler&lt;br /&gt;Barbolin Alexei&lt;br /&gt;Barrionuevo Ariel&lt;br /&gt;Basu Avik&lt;br /&gt;Alberto Bersini&lt;br /&gt;Bestvater Andrea&lt;br /&gt;Mariano Chicho Frumboli&lt;br /&gt;Cámpora Amira&lt;br /&gt;Cappussi Eduardo&lt;br /&gt;Carolina Del Rivero&lt;br /&gt;Corina De La Rosa&lt;br /&gt;Catalá Alberto&lt;br /&gt;Chanaha Angeles&lt;br /&gt;Colombo Alberto&lt;br /&gt;Cortez Alberto&lt;br /&gt;Costa Andrian&lt;br /&gt;Guillermina Quiroga&lt;br /&gt;Diego Di Falco&lt;br /&gt;Di Luzio Annalisa&lt;br /&gt;Díaz-Hojman Anabella&lt;br /&gt;DiTursi Ana&lt;br /&gt;Adrian Durso&lt;br /&gt;Ecsedi Aron&lt;br /&gt;Ernst Andreas&lt;br /&gt;Laszlo Budai&lt;br /&gt;Fischer Angelika&lt;br /&gt;Florencia Taccetti&lt;br /&gt;Fuchilieri Andrea&lt;br /&gt;Alfredo García&lt;br /&gt;Gomez Corvalán Andrea&lt;br /&gt;Guillermo Merlo&lt;br /&gt;Alejandro Crivelli&lt;br /&gt;Garcia Demian&lt;br /&gt;Griffero Adrián&lt;br /&gt;Gutty Alejandra&lt;br /&gt;Cecilia Gonzales&lt;br /&gt;Hobert Alejandra&lt;br /&gt;Hoyos Alberto&lt;br /&gt;Huibert Ard&lt;br /&gt;Jakubczuk Agata&lt;br /&gt;Junior António&lt;br /&gt;Kamienski Andy&lt;br /&gt;Pablo Veron&lt;br /&gt;Alexander Krebs&lt;br /&gt;Laguna Alejandro&lt;br /&gt;Lange Annette&lt;br /&gt;Carina Lozano&lt;br /&gt;Aurora Lubiz&lt;br /&gt;Luck Annatina&lt;br /&gt;Alejandra Martiñan&lt;br /&gt;Andrea Misse&lt;br /&gt;Angel Montero&lt;br /&gt;Monti Andrea&lt;br /&gt;Alberto Muraro&lt;br /&gt;Negrosol Aris&lt;br /&gt;Orzuza Armando&lt;br /&gt;Palacios Alfredo&lt;br /&gt;Papas Agape&lt;br /&gt;Parakian Amanda&lt;br /&gt;Alberto Paz&lt;br /&gt;Podlogar Andrea&lt;br /&gt;Pons Alicia&lt;br /&gt;Pupi Costello&lt;br /&gt;Reyero Andrea&lt;br /&gt;Rodolfo Dinzel&lt;br /&gt;Rizzotti Alessandra&lt;br /&gt;Sanguineti Alejandro&lt;br /&gt;Sautel Andrés&lt;br /&gt;Schapira Ana María&lt;br /&gt;Smotritsky Andrey&lt;br /&gt;Fabian Salas&lt;br /&gt;Trujillo Armando&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Trener&lt;br /&gt;Analia Vega&lt;br /&gt;Velásquez Aldo&lt;br /&gt;Adrián Veredice&lt;br /&gt;Videla Agustina&lt;br /&gt;Zokalski Carolina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://eng.tango.info/teachers"&gt;...etc... &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-116037500877320512?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116037500877320512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/116037500877320512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/10/tango-teachers.html' title='Tango Teachers'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-115994910478727728</id><published>2006-10-04T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T01:05:04.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tango Argentino Del Dia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/BanoneonLegsTango.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/320/BanoneonLegsTango.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tango argentino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1929 Music: Juan Maglio&lt;br /&gt;Lyric: Alfredo Bigeschi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Es hijo malevo, tristón y canyengue,&lt;br /&gt;nació en la miseria del viejo arrabal,&lt;br /&gt;su primer amigo fue un taita de lengue,&lt;br /&gt;su novia primera vestía percal.&lt;br /&gt;Recibió el bautismo en una cortada&lt;br /&gt;y fue su padrino un taita ladrón.&lt;br /&gt;Se ganó el cariño de la muchachada,&lt;br /&gt;que en una quebrada le dio el corazón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tango argentino.&lt;br /&gt;¡Sos el himno del suburbio&lt;br /&gt;y en jaranas o disturbios,&lt;br /&gt;siempre supiste tallar!&lt;br /&gt;¡Y en los patios,&lt;br /&gt;con kerosén alumbrados,&lt;br /&gt;los taitas te han proclamado&lt;br /&gt;el alma del arrabal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!De tus buenos tiempos aún hoy palpitan,&lt;br /&gt;"El Choclo", "Pelele", "Tatita", "El Caburé",&lt;br /&gt;"La Morocha", "El Catre" y "La Cumparsita",&lt;br /&gt;aquel "Entrerriano" y el "Sábado Inglés".&lt;br /&gt;Inútil que quieran cambiarte de rango&lt;br /&gt;y en la aristocracia te mezclen con jazz,&lt;br /&gt;en tu inconfundible rareza de tango,&lt;br /&gt;se pinta la historia del viejo arrabal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Tango argentino!&lt;br /&gt;El de cortes compadrones,&lt;br /&gt;rezongos de bandoneonesy sollozos de violín&lt;br /&gt;¡Tango argentino!&lt;br /&gt;Admirado en todas partes&lt;br /&gt;y como bueno triunfaste&lt;br /&gt;en Europa como aquí.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-115994910478727728?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115994910478727728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115994910478727728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/10/tango-argentino-del-dia.html' title='Tango Argentino Del Dia!'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-115990129063665737</id><published>2006-10-03T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T12:24:25.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Straight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/MiBuenosAires!QuieridoGarde.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/320/MiBuenosAires%21QuieridoGarde.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/MiBuenosAires!QuieridoGarde.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...or you will became mouse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://learn.genetics.utah.edu/units/addiction/drugs/mouse.cfm"&gt;Mice on Drugs.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-115990129063665737?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115990129063665737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115990129063665737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/10/dance-straight.html' title='Dance Straight!'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-115989823699747386</id><published>2006-10-03T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T12:28:11.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tango Quote Of The Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/Tango-i-Zdravlje.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/320/Tango-i-Zdravlje.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/Tango-i-Zdravlje.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are, each of us angels with only one wing; and we can only fly by embracing one another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-115989823699747386?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115989823699747386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115989823699747386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/10/tango-quote-of-day.html' title='Tango Quote Of The Day!'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-115984243982218261</id><published>2006-10-02T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T12:37:33.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El tango argentino es un pensamiento triste que se puede bailar</title><content type='html'>Today no posts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/320/Tears-4.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enrique Santos Discepolo was wrong...you can not dance tango if you are really sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-115984243982218261?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115984243982218261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115984243982218261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/10/el-tango-argentino-es-un-pensamiento.html' title='El tango argentino es un pensamiento triste que se puede bailar'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-115972181163145973</id><published>2006-10-01T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T10:03:46.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Uruguay To The World!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/TangoSecret.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/320/TangoSecret.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Cumparsita&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics &amp;amp; music: Gerardo Matos Rodriguez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La Cumparsa&lt;br /&gt;de miserias sin fin&lt;br /&gt;desfila,&lt;br /&gt;en torno de aquel ser&lt;br /&gt;enfermo,&lt;br /&gt;que pronto ha de morir&lt;br /&gt;de pena.&lt;br /&gt;Por eso es que en su lecho&lt;br /&gt;solloza acongojado,&lt;br /&gt;recordando el pasado&lt;br /&gt;que lo hace padecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abandonó a su viejita.&lt;br /&gt;Que quedó desamparada.&lt;br /&gt;Y loco de pasión,&lt;br /&gt;ciego de amor,&lt;br /&gt;corrió&lt;br /&gt;tras de su amada,&lt;br /&gt;que era linda, era hechicera,&lt;br /&gt;de lujuria era una flor,&lt;br /&gt;que burló su querer&lt;br /&gt;hasta que se cansó&lt;br /&gt;y por otro lo dejó.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Largo tiempo&lt;br /&gt;después, cayó al hogar&lt;br /&gt;materno.&lt;br /&gt;Para poder curar&lt;br /&gt;su enfermo&lt;br /&gt;y herido corazón.&lt;br /&gt;Y supo&lt;br /&gt;que su viejita santa,&lt;br /&gt;la que él había dejado,&lt;br /&gt;el invierno pasado&lt;br /&gt;de frío se murió&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy ya solo abandonado,&lt;br /&gt;a lo triste de su suerte,&lt;br /&gt;ansioso espera la muerte,&lt;br /&gt;que bien pronto ha de llegar.&lt;br /&gt;Y entre la triste frialdad&lt;br /&gt;que lenta invade el corazón&lt;br /&gt;sintió la cruda sensación&lt;br /&gt;de su maldad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre sombras&lt;br /&gt;se le oye respirar&lt;br /&gt;sufriente,&lt;br /&gt;al que antes de morir sonríe,&lt;br /&gt;porque una dulce paz le llega.&lt;br /&gt;Sintió que desde el cielo&lt;br /&gt;la madrecita buena&lt;br /&gt;mitigando sus penas&lt;br /&gt;sus culpas perdonó.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-115972181163145973?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115972181163145973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115972181163145973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/10/from-uruguay-to-world.html' title='From Uruguay To The World!'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-115972073385303498</id><published>2006-10-01T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T12:40:42.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Cumparsita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/la_cumparsita.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/320/la_cumparsita.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/la_cumparsita.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El maestro Francisco Canaro comentó que&lt;a href="http://www.pasiontango-belgrade.com/en/lacumparsitamusic.asp"&gt;..."La Cumparsita"&lt;/a&gt; tiene la particular virtud que la estructura de su música se presta maravillosamente a ser enriquecida por orquestaciones de mayor vuelo. Todo le viene bien: armonías para violines, variaciones de bandoneones y otros importantes instrumentos, al margen de un sinnúmero de atrayentes efectos musicales que los orquestadores y directores aprovechan hábilmente para lucimiento de sus respectivos conjuntos. Cada director tiene su propio arreglo, su versión personal y, orgullosamente, está persuadido de que su interpretación de "La Cumparsita", es la mejor que existe..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-115972073385303498?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115972073385303498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115972073385303498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/10/la-cumparsita.html' title='La Cumparsita'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-115948419332730337</id><published>2006-09-28T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T12:43:16.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tango Of The Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/MaradonaFans.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/320/MaradonaFans.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/MaradonaFans.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Tango Of Maradona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ole!You dance tango between Maradona's legs&lt;br /&gt;then you get drunk and the people call you stupid&lt;br /&gt;but please stay at home with your crooked legs&lt;br /&gt;because after the tango there is also the tarantella.&lt;br /&gt;If you are tired and you want to try some more,&lt;br /&gt;call the police to stop him,&lt;br /&gt;but don't care don't call them,&lt;br /&gt;because he can go around them as well.&lt;br /&gt;Our money is ready for the season ticket,&lt;br /&gt;and all the people are ready to buy it,&lt;br /&gt;we are well trained and used to sacrifices&lt;br /&gt;but please don't poison our Sundays.&lt;br /&gt;Please, I recommend you don't be a failure,&lt;br /&gt;because this time we would be very very sad&lt;br /&gt;you are a "scugnizzo" like all these people&lt;br /&gt;who live for football and don't have anything else.&lt;br /&gt;This is the song of Diego Armando Maradona&lt;br /&gt;we payed a lot of money for him (it is not true)&lt;br /&gt;but the people are happy,&lt;br /&gt;because where can we find another one like him?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-115948419332730337?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115948419332730337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115948419332730337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/09/tango-of-day_28.html' title='The Tango Of The Day!'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-115948269302595564</id><published>2006-09-28T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T09:50:12.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diego Armando Maradona Tango</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/DiegoArmandoMaradona.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="341" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/320/DiegoArmandoMaradona.0.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name : &lt;a href="http://www.diegomaradona.com/ingles/iindex.html"&gt;Diego Armando Maradona &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting Number : #10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born : 30 October 1960 in Villa Fiorito, Buenos Aires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nationality : Argentine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height : 168 cm / 5'8" feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight :&lt;br /&gt;78 kg / 172 pounds (1997)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Status :&lt;br /&gt;Has two daughters (Dalma and Giannina) from his former wife Claudia Villafane; has an illegitimate son (Diego Armando Junior) form Christiana Sinagra; other women are suing him for child support&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foot : Left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teams :&lt;br /&gt;Argentinos Juniors (Buenos Aires)&lt;br /&gt;Boca Juniors (Buenos Aires)&lt;br /&gt;Barcelona (Spain) &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/Maradona3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napoli (Italy)&lt;br /&gt;Sevilla (Spain)&lt;br /&gt;Newell's Old Boys (Rosario)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicknames :&lt;br /&gt;The King, Pibe de Oro, Golden Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skills :Dribbling, flair, creativity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always a Tango fan, Diego has been dedicated three compositions in Italian by the "tifosi" from Naples.&lt;br /&gt;The "Tango de Maradona", originally written in the Neapolitan dialect to highlight the happiness brought by Maradona to the people. The "Maradona Tango" reflects the favourable change experimented by El Pelusa while his stay in Naples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.idiomaydeporte.com/tangoin.htm"&gt;http://www.idiomaydeporte.com/tangoin.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-115948269302595564?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115948269302595564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115948269302595564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/09/diego-armando-maradona-tango.html' title='Diego Armando Maradona Tango'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-115932287653701706</id><published>2006-09-26T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T12:46:32.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tango Of The Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/TangoShoes.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/320/TangoShoes.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/TangoShoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libertango!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pasiontango-belgrade.com/en/biographyastorpiazzolla.asp"&gt;Astor Piazzolla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More about Piazzolla and Libertango &lt;a href="http://www.mibsasquerido.com.ar/wcelebrities08.htm"&gt;MP3 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-115932287653701706?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115932287653701706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115932287653701706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/09/tango-of-day_26.html' title='Tango Of The Day!'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-115932200762995920</id><published>2006-09-26T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T12:49:37.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/BrandoLastTangoInParis.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/320/BrandoLastTangoInParis.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/BrandoLastTangoInParis.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this conversation about tango with Mr Spock, i really need coffe,&lt;br /&gt;see you later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-115932200762995920?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115932200762995920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115932200762995920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/09/well_26.html' title='Well...'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-115931960391517899</id><published>2006-09-26T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T12:52:21.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spock!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/spock.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/320/spock.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/spock.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mr.Spock :Keep the force Luarinho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luarinho : Thanks Spock! what do you think about ` electro tango wave` ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.startrek.com/startrek/view/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mr. Spock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; : It appears that Doctor McCoy did not learn the lesson of this mission either. Unfortunate, but not unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luarinho : Yes, i agree with you , but many young people are trying to dance tango on it, is it really possible on that kind of music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Spock : No, Sir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luarinho : Well, ill ask you one really chilli question, why you start dancing tango?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Spock : I am endeavoring, ma'am, to construct a mnemonic circuit using stone knives and bearskins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luarinho : Hm, very interesting! Why did you start dancing tango?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Spock : Perhaps the unfortunate accident I had as a child...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luarinho : I know thats its very personal, but what are chances that you dance for our audience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Spock : It is difficult to be precise, Captain. I should say approximately 7824.7 to one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luarinho : Ok, no worries....one last question,before Enterprise go, tell me please, where is your Tango?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr.Spock : Between where we were and where we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luarinho : Thank you very much! good luck in new space adventures! would you like to say something about tango for the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Spock : It is the ponn farr - the time of mating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luarinho : &lt;strong&gt;WOW!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tvsothertenpercent.tripod.com/startrek/spock.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://tvsothertenpercent.tripod.com/startrek/spock.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-115931960391517899?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115931960391517899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115931960391517899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/09/spock.html' title='Spock!'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-115931906192018673</id><published>2006-09-26T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T12:55:11.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tango Crash !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/Cover.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/320/Cover.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just heard &lt;a href="http://www.tangocrash.com/"&gt;Tango Crash&lt;/a&gt;. Its everithing but no tango.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-115931906192018673?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115931906192018673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115931906192018673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/09/tango-crash.html' title='Tango Crash !'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-115917246856297913</id><published>2006-09-25T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T12:57:42.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tango Of The Day - Malena</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/Tanguera.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/320/Tanguera.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/Tanguera.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malena canta el tango como ninguna&lt;br /&gt;y en cada verso pone su corazon.&lt;br /&gt;A yuyo del suburbio su voz perfuma,&lt;br /&gt;Malena tiene pena de bandoneon.&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez, alla en la infancia, su voz de alondra&lt;br /&gt;tomo ese tono oscuro del callejon,&lt;br /&gt;o acaso aquel romance que solo nombra&lt;br /&gt;cuando se pone triste con el alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;Malena canta el tango con voz de sombra;&lt;br /&gt;Malena tiene pena de bandoneón.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu cancion&lt;br /&gt;tiene el frio del ultimo encuentro,&lt;br /&gt;tu cancionse&lt;br /&gt;hace amarga en la sal del recuerdo.&lt;br /&gt;Yo no se&lt;br /&gt;si tu voz es la flor de una pena,&lt;br /&gt;solo se&lt;br /&gt;que al rumor de tus tangos,&lt;br /&gt;Malena,te siento mas buena,&lt;br /&gt;mas buena que yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tus ojos son oscuros como el olvido,&lt;br /&gt;tus labios, apretados como el rencor,&lt;br /&gt;tus manos, dos palomas que sienten frio,&lt;br /&gt;tus venas tienen sangre de bandoneon.&lt;br /&gt;Tus tangos son criaturas abandonadas&lt;br /&gt;que cruzan sobre el barro del callejon,&lt;br /&gt;cuando todas las puertas estan cerradas&lt;br /&gt;y ladran los fantasmas de la cancion.&lt;br /&gt;Malena canta el tango con voz quebrada;&lt;br /&gt;Malena tiene pena de bandoneon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-115917246856297913?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115917246856297913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115917246856297913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/09/tango-of-day-malena.html' title='Tango Of The Day - Malena'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-115914477755112131</id><published>2006-09-24T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T13:00:20.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/BrandoLastTangoInParis.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/320/BrandoLastTangoInParis.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/BrandoLastTangoInParis.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im going to take a coffe&lt;br /&gt;see you later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-115914477755112131?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115914477755112131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115914477755112131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/09/well_24.html' title='Well...'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-115912102076092784</id><published>2006-09-24T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T13:03:01.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Size Is Not Important</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/TangoLessons.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/320/TangoLessons.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/TangoLessons.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, while teaching a beginning ballet class that included a few football players, she asked the students to dance around the room. She turned to the athletes and said, "Oh, you guys don't have to do this," assuming they'd feel embarrassed. But after class one of the athletes set her straight.&lt;br /&gt;"He came up to me and said, 'Just because we look like this doesn't mean we don't enjoy dancing,'" Mahler remembers. "He said, 'Ever since we were little, people assumed we didn't like to do things like this because of our size.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;a href="http://www.dancemagazine.com/index.php?PHPSESSID=dee620669e24ddc46c30bb5f0090014c"&gt;Dance Magazine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-115912102076092784?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115912102076092784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115912102076092784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/09/size-is-not-important.html' title='The Size Is Not Important'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-115886998075392389</id><published>2006-09-21T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T13:08:21.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tango of the day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/Tango09.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/320/Tango09.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/Tango09.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensalo bien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensalo bien,&lt;br /&gt;antes de dar ese paso,&lt;br /&gt;que tal vez mañana acaso&lt;br /&gt;no puedas retroceder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensalo bien,&lt;br /&gt;yo que tanto te he querido,&lt;br /&gt;y me has echado al olvido&lt;br /&gt;tal vez por otro querer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-115886998075392389?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115886998075392389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115886998075392389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/09/tango-of-day.html' title='Tango of the day!'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-115886618323947495</id><published>2006-09-21T11:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T13:11:13.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A cafe au lait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/TangoFilmovi.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/320/TangoFilmovi.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/TangoFilmovi.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pleasant cafe, warm and clean and friendly,&lt;br /&gt;and I hung up my old water-proof on the coat rack to dry&lt;br /&gt;and put my worn and weathered felt hat on the rack above the bench and ordered&lt;br /&gt;a cafe au lait.&lt;br /&gt;The waiter brought it and I took out a notebook from the pocket of the coat&lt;br /&gt;and a pencil&lt;br /&gt;and started to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ernest Hemingway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-115886618323947495?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115886618323947495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115886618323947495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/09/cafe-au-lait.html' title='A cafe au lait'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-115886379897569178</id><published>2006-09-21T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T15:12:18.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tango Lesson</title><content type='html'>Sally: How did you choose the tango?&lt;br /&gt;Pablo: I didn't. The tango chose me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from The Tango Lesson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-115886379897569178?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115886379897569178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115886379897569178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/09/tango-lesson.html' title='The Tango Lesson'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-115885742137814163</id><published>2006-09-21T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T13:15:30.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recommendation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/tango3.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/320/tango3.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/tango3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend you to hear CD Tango Desnudo!&lt;br /&gt;really great compilation!&lt;br /&gt;You can find this Tangos :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Taquito Militar&lt;br /&gt;2. Paris Otonal&lt;br /&gt;3. A Orlando Goni&lt;br /&gt;4. Gallo Ciego&lt;br /&gt;5. Versero&lt;br /&gt;6. El Choclo&lt;br /&gt;7. Milonguetta Para Taranta&lt;br /&gt;8. Canaro En Paris&lt;br /&gt;9. Al Amigo Pablo Rago&lt;br /&gt;10. La Yumba&lt;br /&gt;11. Renacere&lt;br /&gt;12. Fuegos Artificiales&lt;br /&gt;13. Triunfal&lt;br /&gt;14. El Andariego&lt;br /&gt;15. Ventarron&lt;br /&gt;16. Zona Roja&lt;br /&gt;17. Tema Otonal&lt;br /&gt;18. El Entrerriano&lt;br /&gt;19. Quejas De Bandoneon&lt;br /&gt;20. Milonga Para Miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-115885742137814163?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115885742137814163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115885742137814163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/09/recommendation.html' title='Recommendation'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-115877871167101342</id><published>2006-09-20T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T13:19:40.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carlos Copello.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/CopelloTango1.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/320/CopelloTango1.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/CopelloTango1.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some &lt;a href="http://www.dance-forums.com/showthread.php?t=912"&gt;interview&lt;/a&gt; i saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Copello: "I'll be honest, when I first saw tango I thought I could do that easily! And it wasn't like that...not at all! A month and half later I wanted to quit because I couldn't even do the basic step. I was a mummy. And thanks to Alicia who constantly encouraged me to continue, I stayed. I don't want to lie to you by saying "I danced tango since I was a kid, my dad danced tango and my grandfather danced tango," but I did not dance as a kid, everybody says that and they lie. I discovered that tango was something very complex. To do the step is something simple, but to dance tango, to have tango is the most difficult thing there is".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bravo Copello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To have tango and to have a certain way of speaking, of approaching the table, of dressing, of smoking. The tanguero is as if he would live of memories. He lives of poetry".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Copello&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-115877871167101342?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115877871167101342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115877871167101342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/09/carlos-copello.html' title='Carlos Copello.'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-115873972756067485</id><published>2006-09-20T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T13:25:38.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/BrandoLastTangoInParis.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/320/BrandoLastTangoInParis.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/BrandoLastTangoInParis.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its rainy here, im going to take a coffe...see you later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-115873972756067485?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115873972756067485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115873972756067485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/09/well.html' title='Well....'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-115873561901470935</id><published>2006-09-19T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T13:30:37.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tango of the day - "Chique"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/OsvaldoPugliese1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/320/OsvaldoPugliese1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/OsvaldoPugliese1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tango lyrics by : Ricardo Luis Brignolo.&lt;br /&gt;Music by Ricardo Luis Brignolo.&lt;br /&gt;Composed in 1920&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya me estoy poniendo mal&lt;br /&gt;de verte asi&lt;br /&gt;con las pilchas tan de bute&lt;br /&gt;y ese berretin&lt;br /&gt;que un gil de mucho vento te compro&lt;br /&gt;para tenerte a su lado.&lt;br /&gt;Si supiera que mañana te fugas&lt;br /&gt;para la vieja querencia,&lt;br /&gt;aquel bulin&lt;br /&gt;donde los viejos recuerdos&lt;br /&gt;y alegrias que vivistes&lt;br /&gt;te hicieron tan feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Recuerdo que eras mas linda&lt;br /&gt;que una guinda&lt;br /&gt;y un pelpa de cien,&lt;br /&gt;y venias paseando tarde a tarde&lt;br /&gt;con una piel de zorro&lt;br /&gt;y un encantador vaiven...&lt;br /&gt;Y la barra de muchachitos&lt;br /&gt;te acechaba por doquier...&lt;br /&gt;Te batian muchas cosas&lt;br /&gt;que te dije yo también.&lt;br /&gt;Y hoy que el tiempo aquel ya se ha fugado&lt;br /&gt;y sin grupo te amare,&lt;br /&gt;porque manyo como te has portado&lt;br /&gt;y conmigo nunca empleaste un chique.&lt;br /&gt;Es por eso que te he respondido&lt;br /&gt;en todas las rachas de la vida...&lt;br /&gt;Mi encantito, mi piba querida,&lt;br /&gt;soy de linea, soy de linea yo también.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-115873561901470935?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115873561901470935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115873561901470935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/09/tango-of-day-chique.html' title='Tango of the day - &quot;Chique&quot;'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-115873164439479183</id><published>2006-09-19T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T13:37:20.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Yo Ma have good feeling!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/CelloTango.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/320/CelloTango.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/CelloTango.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Piazzolla absorbed all these strains, then went to New York as a teenager, listened to jazz, and studied in France with Nadia Boulanger. I feel he is a great musician who influenced dance, jazz, and modernism, and developed a new style of tango music".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo-Yo Ma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-115873164439479183?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115873164439479183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115873164439479183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/09/yo-yo-ma-have-good-feeling.html' title='Yo Yo Ma have good feeling!?'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-115870359554526129</id><published>2006-09-19T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T13:46:02.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminder.</title><content type='html'>If you wanna to dance like those professional dancers you have to practice a lot, and not just that! you have to practice really a lot!:)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you didnt heard about Harry Hamlin and Lisa Rinna,dancers from Dancing with the stars, but their example should be folowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/TangoSteps.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/320/TangoSteps.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Harry Hamlin is taking his stint on the third season of &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/dancing/"&gt;Dancing with the Stars &lt;/a&gt;so seriously that he's even taking his work home with him. "I'm going to tell you something no one knows," admits wife Lisa Rinna. "(Harry) bought a dance floor for our house. It's on our deck in the backyard. We practice at the same time because I'm still dancing, but we have not practiced together because I don't want to mess him up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://people.aol.com/people/"&gt;http://people.aol.com/people/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-115870359554526129?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115870359554526129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115870359554526129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/09/reminder.html' title='Reminder.'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34299045.post-115869220913759587</id><published>2006-09-19T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T13:50:09.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maestro Pugliese, what do you think about this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/OsvaldoPuglieseBlog.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/320/OsvaldoPuglieseBlog.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7422/3777/1600/OsvaldoPuglieseBlog.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un tango muy bien cantao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La unión entre Rodolfo Mederos y el cantaor flamenco Miguel Poveda deparó exquisitos momentos tangueros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;a href="http://www.clarin.com/"&gt;`Clarin`&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,this must be interesting... but im affraid that Osvaldo Pugliese wouldnt like to hear it.&lt;br /&gt;see you later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34299045-115869220913759587?l=nastynest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115869220913759587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34299045/posts/default/115869220913759587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nastynest.blogspot.com/2006/09/maestro-pugliese-what-do-you-think.html' title='Maestro Pugliese, what do you think about this?'/><author><name>.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
