04 December, 2008

It's the shoes...

A day without tango,
is a day without swollen feet.
It's actually not the dance that does it:
it's the shoes.
How can something so cute be so uncomfortable?
And not right away but gradually,
so you don't notice until it's too late?

All in all a truly remarkable day...
It helps to think about it from the question:
"if this were my last day here what would I want to do?
Who would I want to talk to, where would I eat lunch
or have tea, would I really skip dessert?"

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