The Tangueros Monthly Newsletter
international edition - april 2003

23


Far, far away...

Far far away they are making the war
the blood of the others is shed on the floor.

This morning i got, at a stalk of a rose,
a thorn in my finger which of hurt was the cause.

While sucking my finger i was thinking to war.
May heaven help them! How sad is the world!

I can't be of use, neither can speak,
i can't even go by land or by sea.

And if i could go, and the people defend
my arabic is null, my english is plain.

Under the heads of those who lie down 
maybe i could put my book full of rhymes.

Don't think so. Let's cut irony short,
and wear a jersey as the sun has gone off.

© Franco Fortini - 1991
Composita Solvantur, Edizioni Einaudi

 

Not in my name

Among the imperfect jewels stored in The Tangueros Quarterly Review' junk shop, whose new issue is now on line, the Jean Fajean's editorial is glittering of belate brilliance, like the punchline you should have said to the yesterday's bully. The opportunity is the recent Tango Festival of Buenos Aires whereas the true subject is the dangerous liaison of Tango and Reality: any connection between what's going on and the milongueros' dull scene is actually existing?
Do not hesitate to read and promote your favourite literary journal, which by the way also contains:

 

New deal

The Tangueros School has started off its classes in Milano so successfully that it has to put on a further course for absolute beginners. Now the regular courses are four in Milano and two in Mestre, according to the following schedule:

ESCUELA TANGUEROS
teacher: Mariachiara Michieli
assistants: Silvina Aguera and Sebastian Romero

 

The accidental tangueros

If you want to understand a city, if you want to know its life and its people - Nelson Rockfeller suggested once to the Fortune's readers - do like me: take a look to the trash, rummage in the rubbish.
This is a golden tip indeed, but hard to follow: not everybody has got the class and the one trillion dollars that give you enough distinction to execute the Rockfeller Method with the foreign garbage cans in public. Not to mention the competitors, that's to say the clever tourists and the Fortune subscribers. Beyond all problems and professional bias, some alternatives are possible: you can examine the television, or the advertising, or, if you go to Argentina, you can also explore the Tango's dark scene.
To the armchair traveller, once in Buenos Aires, we suggest to enjoy one of the Tango Inclusive Tours' honest swindles: after all, for 50 or 60 pesos you will have your big night out, with dinner, a sparkling turkey at Casablanca, at Michelangelo or at Tango Mio, and a cup of Mendoza champagne. On the other hand, to the snoopers and, why not, to the want-to-be a tanguero we propose to visit the milongas. A few years ago, to go to a milonga was as hard as to attend to a rave party: strangers were not allowed and members passed the word. Nowadays, the Tango fashion has made the situation much easier. (to be continued)

© Marco Castellani - 1992
The Tango is a map of the Buenos Aires heart

 


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