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To all the spooks and goblins
on a Hallows Eve milonga floor;
may you survive the ganchos and back sacadas
tonight and forevermore.
With the one-eyed cabaceos
and hungry lurches creeping abound;
hauntingly dodging a heel in the calf,
while another couple is backstepping around.
Fitting in a tight and crooked embrace,
dancers dance into the blackening decor;
marking the night's 8th ocho cortado,
mumbling the tango lyrics, "un brujo el amor."
When in between the candlelight
you see in a shadowy flash;
the perfect space for a slick caminada
avoiding an unwanted milonguero's crash.
Wishing all scary tangueros and tangueras,
a festive holiday meaningfully adrift.
Sharing the tango spirit for another,
the giving of the soul, an artist's true gift.
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