La Femme Fatale
-Tango At The Café de Sal-
A magnificent lady in a black evening gown stood all-alone in a dimly lit corner of the Café de Sal.
The light of her aura said beware tangueros ...beware of La femme fatale!
She put on her music and a sweet Tango began to play.
The wide down-turned brim of her black silk hat
Bright red over-painted tempestuous lips belied the gentility of her silent elegant frame.
Was she unaware of the three tangueros and me starring? ...No one knows
My heart jumped, blood rushed to my head and I could not breathe.
As she raised her head we saw the cold blue fire in her eyes.
A fight to the death to quench our lust and passion ...NO LESS!
May the victor dance in eternal bliss
Cold steel knives flashing fear and sweat
...but soon I stood alone and saw the other tangueros were no more.
"Don't cry for me," I said as I saw the compassion in her face.
The Lady's eyes welled with tears as the last tanguero ceased to dance ...slipped her embrace and died at her feet.
She plucked a rose from her hair and dropped the red petals upon each man.
The old milongueros say that before he died he danced the greatest Tango of all time.
Since that day the story has been told and passed on for many years
So if ever a man should be tempted to tango at the Café de Sal
Albert V. Sheppard
April 18, 2003
for a melody on my mind
...because I too...
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