Mysterious, cat-like music from Argentina,
staccatoly stamping out the gentle beats
of another country.
Likened aspects of tomorrow standing still
in the tangos of yesterday.
Living in technicolor, people dance in
their own styles to whatever they choose
to do.
Listening to the rhythms as they dance in
unison.
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