She was born in the brothels of Buenos Aires…
Sprung from the voluptuous hip of a prostitute, planted with the seed of her lustful lovers during one of their heated trysts. She was raised in a bordello amidst fervid bacchanals and intoxicated carousals… Born at a time and place where intimate body contact between an unmarried man and woman was frowned upon, she was considered an outcast and kept from the snobbish society that condemned her origins. Deemed by the arrogant upper-class as lowly and indecent, and thus whose presence was unwelcome in their sophisticated affairs, she continued to dwell amongst the creatures of the night. There, she was welcome and became a favorite. For years, her home was with the common folk and immigrants and she flourished with their love. Neither the society’s superciliousness nor narrow-minded ways were enough to prevent her from blossoming into a woman – bold, passionate, and strong. It was the 20th century when fate carried her to Paris which was swept by the tide of contemporary revolution. She was practiced, polished, perfected… and it wasn’t long before she graced the reputable dance halls of Europe. When she returned, even the Argentine aristocracy embraced her with open arms. Far from her humble roots, we know the Tango today as elegant, beautiful, a dance of the elite…
Sparks unquenched by time
Destined to engulf the world
In smoldering flames.
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