Sometimes my mind goes down such useless roads.
When things are going badly, it seems so easy to get lost in thorny tangles of what if I had?
What if they had?
What if I never?
Maybe I would have finished college.
Maybe I wouldn't live my life in pieces at a time.
Maybe I would look further ahead than the end of the month.
Maybe I wouldn't feel so raw so often.
Maybe.
But if the bad things hadn't happened . . .
If better things had.
If my route had changed . . .
and my life changed . . .
I wouldn't have met my husband . . .
or his family that became my family . . .
I wouldn't know the people I know
who care so much for me and for whom I care so deeply.
and tango . . .
my life, all the ugliness and beauty, pain and elation, brought me to tango.
So I've got to shake this off - this useless interrogation of the past.
La vida es una milonga y hay que saberla bailar,
Life is a milonga,
you gotta dance to how it goes . . .
So let's just dance
Let your body tell me your tales,
and I'll let mine do the same.
Our feet can trace out
our battle scars in the dust on the floor,
and our hearts can whisper secrets
to each other in their beats.
Our hard won miles brought us here
to this music,
this tanda,
this moment . . .
There is no time,
for what if I had,
what if I hadn't.
Just this - right now.
La vida es una milonga y hay que saberla bailar,
que en la pista está sobrando el que pierde su compás.
Life is a milonga—
you gotta dance to how it goes;
it'll leave you behind on the floor
if you're one to lose the beat.
(Translation courtesy of TangoDC and photo courtesy of morguefile.com . )
Comments
"Let your body tell me your tales...."
Thanks, E
I don't know what my words have to do with what you are talking about, but this is what Wonderful life looks like! See you on pista.
Your words are very beautiful, and I think, so is the shimmering fabric woven by the paths of all our tango lives.
Thank you for sharing your thoughts so honestly.
SC