Taquito militar

To dance this milonga,
it is necessary to have first of all
a good partner
who feels in her soul
the rhythm of fire like this...

You have to put your heads together, looking to the ground
pending of its compass,
let your shoes free to come and go
in endless clattering,
and let the woman move her hips
to the hot rhythm of the drum,
to forget about life and love
to dance...

Because in this insinuating dance
it is necessary to have,
from the beating heart
to the feet,
the tapping of the taquito
becomes obsession,
until it merges into the rhythm
of the heart...

To the beat of this milonga
I see again as yesterday
a dance of goal and put
and a living to love...
A little step back here,
another step forward there,
the clean sit and then
comes the final taconeo...
The candombe is at its best
and the moza vibrates to the beat,
and whenever this milonga
I come back to dance, I like it more...

To dance,
it is necessary more than anything to love life,
because life is everything
that stirs in the beats
of a candombe of my flower and
of my love