Club Tango

I remember very much the very night I’ve met her. We were at Club Tango. Some pals took me there. I was at the corner, just checking out the girls. I don’t know how to dance.
Then I saw her. Actually she saw me first, she was smiling to me. She looked so nice in the distance. I liked everything. Her black hair, her eyes. She was kind of chubby. I never liked chubby girls, but she… I liked her very much. She went to go dance with this other guy. She was having fun. She slapped the guy’s face, smiled and then they kissed. And so she looked at me again and again.
Then we left the club. It was late in the night and she was silent. I don’t have a car, I was sleeping in my friend’s flat. She didn’t mind. She said: Let’s walk. We did. Her heels made us walk slowly in the cold night. She reminds me of someone. I still don’t know who, maybe a friend from childhood. We stopped in a Café. She asked for a warm chocolate. She looked so fresh. I was containing myself not to jump from my chair and kiss her. Then we start to talk.

What are we all here for? If I say, you have to give up. Would you? I don’t think so. We can say anything we want, of course we can. But does it make any difference? Does it change people’s mind? Does it make people vote for another president? Do people want to listen to other’s ideas? I don’t think so…
Do I remind you someone or something? Where did we meet before? When you look at me, do you remember? Maybe someone from your childhood? No?
I know! We met right here on this place. Less than two minutes ago. Sure! It’s from here that you remember me. This is the place we first met. I am glad that you are here. What are we all here for?

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