<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502922291568251849</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:26:24.519+01:00</updated><category term='pensieri/seguidora'/><category term='Maestri/Esibizioni/Mujeres'/><category term='atmosfera milonga'/><category term='Maestri/Esibizioni'/><category term='Cultura/Argentina'/><category term='Lezioni di tango'/><category term='Pensieri'/><category term='Pensieri/poesia'/><category term='Letras de tango'/><title type='text'>Tangea</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangea.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502922291568251849/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangea.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>milonguera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454885642138906250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zza6sRRplAw/SBjx4tobknI/AAAAAAAAACE/wBoxEAz7Jt0/S220/k8197.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502922291568251849.post-7335355324910025938</id><published>2008-10-15T01:25:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T01:38:15.860+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensieri'/><title type='text'>Il ritorno....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zza6sRRplAw/SPUtN_ADz3I/AAAAAAAAACs/s-ak2Gfv_Us/s1600-h/u11306326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zza6sRRplAw/SPUtN_ADz3I/AAAAAAAAACs/s-ak2Gfv_Us/s320/u11306326.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257157858298154866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....dopo alcuni mesi riprendo questo blog...Un'immagine tanto per chiarire che non ho smesso nel frattempo di amare e ballare il tango...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502922291568251849-7335355324910025938?l=tangea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangea.blogspot.com/feeds/7335355324910025938/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502922291568251849&amp;postID=7335355324910025938' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502922291568251849/posts/default/7335355324910025938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502922291568251849/posts/default/7335355324910025938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangea.blogspot.com/2008/10/il-ritorno.html' title='Il ritorno....'/><author><name>milonguera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454885642138906250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zza6sRRplAw/SBjx4tobknI/AAAAAAAAACE/wBoxEAz7Jt0/S220/k8197.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zza6sRRplAw/SPUtN_ADz3I/AAAAAAAAACs/s-ak2Gfv_Us/s72-c/u11306326.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502922291568251849.post-5899019128089107010</id><published>2008-06-11T18:17:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T18:24:03.662+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lezioni di tango'/><title type='text'>Meeting!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zza6sRRplAw/SE_75mAe5mI/AAAAAAAAACc/LM-DH5h_hx4/s1600-h/foto-storia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zza6sRRplAw/SE_75mAe5mI/AAAAAAAAACc/LM-DH5h_hx4/s320/foto-storia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210660260764640866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E' fatta! Trovato il partner [de baile, ovvio;-)], penato un po' per trovare ancora posto ed ecco che faremo quattro lezioni al tangomeeting di Roma! Una sola con Frumboli e tre con Arce (peccato, avrei preferito tutte col primo....voi che ne pensate?) ma...tutta vita e sono elettrizzata! Anche in pensiero però: saranno lezioni valide, essendo in gruppo? Riuscirò a carpire ogni particolare? Insomma: sono veramente utili queste iniziative per migliorare il "proprio tango"? Io lo spero....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502922291568251849-5899019128089107010?l=tangea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangea.blogspot.com/feeds/5899019128089107010/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502922291568251849&amp;postID=5899019128089107010' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502922291568251849/posts/default/5899019128089107010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502922291568251849/posts/default/5899019128089107010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangea.blogspot.com/2008/06/meeting.html' title='Meeting!'/><author><name>milonguera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454885642138906250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zza6sRRplAw/SBjx4tobknI/AAAAAAAAACE/wBoxEAz7Jt0/S220/k8197.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zza6sRRplAw/SE_75mAe5mI/AAAAAAAAACc/LM-DH5h_hx4/s72-c/foto-storia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502922291568251849.post-1798018772115550218</id><published>2008-06-01T23:51:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T00:04:43.833+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maestri/Esibizioni/Mujeres'/><title type='text'>Las grandes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quando si guarda il video di un'esibizione, fra gli appalusi finali si percepiscono entusiastici "bravO", bravO, bravO...Raramente si declina l'aggettivo al femminile. Eppure una Marcela Duran, ad esempio,  è da collocare nell'empireo...non solo perchè "accompagnava" Gavito ma perchè ne esaltava la superba interpretazione...non solo perchè lo assecondava ma perchè era se stessa e donava al tango quel qualcosa in più...Come lei molte altre, che verranno "postate" di tanto in tanto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v246c8wP6_0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v246c8wP6_0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502922291568251849-1798018772115550218?l=tangea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangea.blogspot.com/feeds/1798018772115550218/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502922291568251849&amp;postID=1798018772115550218' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502922291568251849/posts/default/1798018772115550218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502922291568251849/posts/default/1798018772115550218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangea.blogspot.com/2008/06/las-grandes.html' title='Las grandes'/><author><name>milonguera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454885642138906250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zza6sRRplAw/SBjx4tobknI/AAAAAAAAACE/wBoxEAz7Jt0/S220/k8197.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502922291568251849.post-1285267313893236328</id><published>2008-05-09T23:57:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T00:09:54.905+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pensieri/seguidora'/><title type='text'>Cosa prova la seguidora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zza6sRRplAw/SCTKschM85I/AAAAAAAAACU/rqrOVtLIqsk/s1600-h/c_3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zza6sRRplAw/SCTKschM85I/AAAAAAAAACU/rqrOVtLIqsk/s320/c_3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198502734810903442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bailen, acepten, recreen el baile de su compañero, mandale mensajes en silencio,&lt;br /&gt;aprovechen ese tango para decir lo imposible, lo que jamás ningún hombre entendería,&lt;br /&gt;lo que ninguna mujer podría decir con letras. Pasale secretos, fusas y corcheas,&lt;br /&gt;últimos misterios envueltos en giros diligentes, en pasos minuciosos.&lt;br /&gt;...Hagan lo que se les ocurra, sin temor al que dirán. Jueguen tranquilas,&lt;br /&gt;entregadas, que para eso es el tango, ese festejo que pone&lt;br /&gt;el corazón en las piernas y la cabeza en el limbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fragmento del libro Secretos de una milonguera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graciela López&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;...Quando balliamo, noi seguidoras, proviamo questo? Ci sentiamo questo? Oppure qualcos'altro? Si richiede confronto:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502922291568251849-1285267313893236328?l=tangea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangea.blogspot.com/feeds/1285267313893236328/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502922291568251849&amp;postID=1285267313893236328' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502922291568251849/posts/default/1285267313893236328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502922291568251849/posts/default/1285267313893236328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangea.blogspot.com/2008/05/chi-la-seguidora.html' title='Cosa prova la seguidora'/><author><name>milonguera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454885642138906250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zza6sRRplAw/SBjx4tobknI/AAAAAAAAACE/wBoxEAz7Jt0/S220/k8197.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zza6sRRplAw/SCTKschM85I/AAAAAAAAACU/rqrOVtLIqsk/s72-c/c_3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502922291568251849.post-5354817269785500475</id><published>2008-05-01T01:21:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T01:51:14.469+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='atmosfera milonga'/><title type='text'>L'atmosfera della milonga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zza6sRRplAw/SBkEotobkoI/AAAAAAAAACM/eVlUK6ljOJs/s1600-h/milonga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zza6sRRplAw/SBkEotobkoI/AAAAAAAAACM/eVlUK6ljOJs/s320/milonga.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195188742639030914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;La milonga per me è già il tango...Nel senso che quando vi entro percepisco immediatamente il passaggio ad una dimensione spazio-temporale diversa....Luci basse, tavolini per riposare, guardaroba....e le coppie che girano...Se chiudi gli occhi puoi raccontarti che sei a Buenos Aires! Però so anche che a volte non tutto è così rispettosamente "tanguero": a volte le persone si accalcano ai bordi della pista scambiando chiacchiere rumorose, o addirittura fendono lo spazio mentre si sta ballando; oppure le stesse coppie  si scontrano fra loro con penosi incidenti. E questi inconvenienti pare non siano tipici &lt;br /&gt;delle milonghe a Buenos Aires...il che mi spinge sempre a chiedermi perchè le centinaia di maestri argentini presenti nel nostro paese non insegnino ai loro allievi la "cultura della milonga" e anche un minimo di educazione "sportiva" fra ballerini. E premesso tutto questo, chiedo a Voi cosa amate dell'atmosfera della milonga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502922291568251849-5354817269785500475?l=tangea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangea.blogspot.com/feeds/5354817269785500475/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502922291568251849&amp;postID=5354817269785500475' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502922291568251849/posts/default/5354817269785500475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502922291568251849/posts/default/5354817269785500475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangea.blogspot.com/2008/05/latmosfera-della-milonga.html' title='L&apos;atmosfera della milonga'/><author><name>milonguera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454885642138906250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zza6sRRplAw/SBjx4tobknI/AAAAAAAAACE/wBoxEAz7Jt0/S220/k8197.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zza6sRRplAw/SBkEotobkoI/AAAAAAAAACM/eVlUK6ljOJs/s72-c/milonga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502922291568251849.post-9202695852963889811</id><published>2008-03-17T11:00:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T00:18:35.309+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensieri/poesia'/><title type='text'>Perdonate il pensiero poetico...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zza6sRRplAw/R-ALi82olMI/AAAAAAAAABw/dnj6KiJ_AxY/s1600-h/adamo_eva_12b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zza6sRRplAw/R-ALi82olMI/AAAAAAAAABw/dnj6KiJ_AxY/s320/adamo_eva_12b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179152266554807490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Alfonsina Storni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;poetessa argentina del XX secolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sepolta nel Rio de La Plata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;La caricia perdida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se me va de los dedos la caricia sin causa,&lt;br /&gt;se me va de los dedos... En el viento, al pasar,&lt;br /&gt;la caricia que vaga sin destino ni objeto,&lt;br /&gt;la caricia perdida ¿quién la recogerá?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pude amar esta noche con piedad infinita,&lt;br /&gt;pude amar al primero que acertara a llegar.&lt;br /&gt;Nadie llega. Están solos los floridos senderos.&lt;br /&gt;La caricia perdida, rodará... rodará...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si en los ojos te besan esta noche, viajero,&lt;br /&gt;si estremece las ramas un dulce suspirar,&lt;br /&gt;si te oprime los dedos una mano pequeña&lt;br /&gt;que te toma y te deja, que te logra y se va.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si no ves esa mano, ni esa boca que besa,&lt;br /&gt;si es el aire quien teje la ilusión de besar,&lt;br /&gt;oh, viajero, que tienes como el cielo los ojos,&lt;br /&gt;en el viento fundida, ¿me reconocerás?&lt;a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alfonsina_Storni"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502922291568251849-9202695852963889811?l=tangea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangea.blogspot.com/feeds/9202695852963889811/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502922291568251849&amp;postID=9202695852963889811' title='6 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502922291568251849/posts/default/9202695852963889811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502922291568251849/posts/default/9202695852963889811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangea.blogspot.com/2008/03/sempre-in-amor-vince-chi-fugge.html' title='Perdonate il pensiero poetico...'/><author><name>milonguera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454885642138906250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zza6sRRplAw/SBjx4tobknI/AAAAAAAAACE/wBoxEAz7Jt0/S220/k8197.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zza6sRRplAw/R-ALi82olMI/AAAAAAAAABw/dnj6KiJ_AxY/s72-c/adamo_eva_12b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502922291568251849.post-5354410075520939952</id><published>2008-02-12T22:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T00:16:27.356+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensieri'/><title type='text'>Tangu...eros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zza6sRRplAw/R7IXaap3-QI/AAAAAAAAABg/71hqWdT8F7w/s1600-h/disegno-grammofoni-grammofono-ammiratori-suitor-suitors-~-WAA004000027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zza6sRRplAw/R7IXaap3-QI/AAAAAAAAABg/71hqWdT8F7w/s320/disegno-grammofoni-grammofono-ammiratori-suitor-suitors-~-WAA004000027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166217465146374402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Balli il tango con un uomo e dopo non ci fai sesso?....In Argentina sarebbe contro la legge...". Da Desperate Housewiwes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Cosa ne pensate, hombres y mujeres aficionados do tango?....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502922291568251849-5354410075520939952?l=tangea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangea.blogspot.com/feeds/5354410075520939952/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502922291568251849&amp;postID=5354410075520939952' title='5 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502922291568251849/posts/default/5354410075520939952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502922291568251849/posts/default/5354410075520939952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangea.blogspot.com/2008/02/tangueros.html' title='Tangu...eros'/><author><name>milonguera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454885642138906250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zza6sRRplAw/SBjx4tobknI/AAAAAAAAACE/wBoxEAz7Jt0/S220/k8197.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zza6sRRplAw/R7IXaap3-QI/AAAAAAAAABg/71hqWdT8F7w/s72-c/disegno-grammofoni-grammofono-ammiratori-suitor-suitors-~-WAA004000027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502922291568251849.post-9033433264947999619</id><published>2008-01-09T22:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T00:17:22.177+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Letras de tango'/><title type='text'>Letras de tango</title><content type='html'>I testi del tango-cancion sono spesso capolavori di poesia lirica...I temi sono quelli presenti anche nella canzone italiana - specificamente napoletana- e cioè l'amore prima di tutto, il "guapo" e il suo rapporto con la città, con i compagni di ventura, con la madre e naturalmente con le donne...Ingredienti che spesso creano immagini meno stilizzate e molto più profonde contenutisticamente... E' il caso di una "letra" celebre, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Pasional...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MZR4GjSe-h0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MZR4GjSe-h0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502922291568251849-9033433264947999619?l=tangea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangea.blogspot.com/feeds/9033433264947999619/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502922291568251849&amp;postID=9033433264947999619' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502922291568251849/posts/default/9033433264947999619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502922291568251849/posts/default/9033433264947999619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangea.blogspot.com/2008/01/letras-de-tango.html' title='Letras de tango'/><author><name>milonguera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454885642138906250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zza6sRRplAw/SBjx4tobknI/AAAAAAAAACE/wBoxEAz7Jt0/S220/k8197.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502922291568251849.post-5941707845176663036</id><published>2008-01-05T19:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T00:19:42.489+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cultura/Argentina'/><title type='text'>Ci sentite da lì? Italiani d'Argentina</title><content type='html'>La premessa, doverosa, è che amo alla follia Ivano Fossati.&lt;br /&gt;Ho sempre detto che se Fossati scrivesse un verso per me, o Pedro Almodovar pensasse a un personaggio, pure insignificante nell'economia della sceneggiatura, ispirandosi a me io sarei la donna più felice del mondo.&lt;br /&gt;Comunqe, scemenzuole a parte, ho pensato che potesse essere carino condividere con chi passa di qui eed ama il tango, questa canzone di Fossati che ha echi lontani, tanto affascinanti, tanto morbidi.&lt;br /&gt;Chissa cosa ne pensano di questa canzone, i veri italiani d'Argentina, che sono tanti...&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mi piacerebbe sentirli parlare, i vecchi, quelli che emigrarono 50 anni fa e più, e raccontare com'è stata st'Argentina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Italiani d'Argentina&lt;/strong&gt;  (&lt;em&gt;Ivano Fossati)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ecco, ci siamo&lt;br /&gt;ci sentite da lì?&lt;br /&gt;in questo sfondo infinito&lt;br /&gt;siamo le ombre impressioniste&lt;br /&gt;eppure noi qui&lt;br /&gt;guidiamo macchine italiane&lt;br /&gt;e vino e sigarette abbiamo&lt;br /&gt;e amori tanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trasmettiamo da una casa d'Argentina&lt;br /&gt;illuminata nella notte che fa&lt;br /&gt;la distanza atlantica&lt;br /&gt;la memoria più vicina&lt;br /&gt;e nessuna fotografia ci basterà.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abbiamo l'aria di italiani d'Argentina&lt;br /&gt;oramai certa come il tempo che farà&lt;br /&gt;con che scarpe attraverseremo&lt;br /&gt;queste domeniche mattina&lt;br /&gt;e che voglie tante&lt;br /&gt;che stipendi strani&lt;br /&gt;che non tengono mai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, eppure è vita&lt;br /&gt;ma ci sentite da lì?&lt;br /&gt;in questi alberghi immensi&lt;br /&gt;siamo file di denti al sole&lt;br /&gt;ma ci piace, sì&lt;br /&gt;ricordarvi in italiano&lt;br /&gt;mentre ci dondoliamo&lt;br /&gt;mentre vi trasmettiamo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trasmettiamo da una casa d'Argentina&lt;br /&gt;con l'espressione radiofonica di chi sa&lt;br /&gt;che la distanza è grande&lt;br /&gt;la memoria cattiva e vicina&lt;br /&gt;e nessun tango mai più ci piacerà.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abbiamo l'aria di italiani d'Argentina&lt;br /&gt;ormai certa come il tempo che farà&lt;br /&gt;e abbiamo piste infinite negli aeroporti d'Argentina&lt;br /&gt;lasciami la mano che si va.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahi, quantomar quantomar per l'Argentina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La distanza è atlantica&lt;br /&gt;la memoria cattiva e vicina&lt;br /&gt;e nessun tango mai più ci piacerà&lt;br /&gt;Ahi, quantomar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecco, ci siamo ci sentite da lì?&lt;br /&gt;ma ci sentite da lì? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502922291568251849-5941707845176663036?l=tangea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangea.blogspot.com/feeds/5941707845176663036/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502922291568251849&amp;postID=5941707845176663036' title='2 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502922291568251849/posts/default/5941707845176663036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502922291568251849/posts/default/5941707845176663036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangea.blogspot.com/2008/01/ci-sentite-da-l-italiani-dargentina.html' title='Ci sentite da lì? Italiani d&apos;Argentina'/><author><name>solenascente</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10627584797012598849</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502922291568251849.post-4375802362486653657</id><published>2008-01-04T00:23:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T01:47:32.552+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maestri/Esibizioni'/><title type='text'>Il video della settimana</title><content type='html'>Ogni settimana su questo blog sarà postato un video per invitare allo studio (e al commento corale) dei maestri e degli artisti del tango. Certamente guardare non significa saper ripetere...ma guardare e cercare di decodificare, assaporare e comprendere, rielaborare e immaginare ci apre una porta verso il tango...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebastian Arce y Mariana Montes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2gs2sI52T_Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2gs2sI52T_Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502922291568251849-4375802362486653657?l=tangea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangea.blogspot.com/feeds/4375802362486653657/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502922291568251849&amp;postID=4375802362486653657' title='4 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502922291568251849/posts/default/4375802362486653657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502922291568251849/posts/default/4375802362486653657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangea.blogspot.com/2008/01/il-video-della-settimana.html' title='Il video della settimana'/><author><name>milonguera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454885642138906250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zza6sRRplAw/SBjx4tobknI/AAAAAAAAACE/wBoxEAz7Jt0/S220/k8197.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502922291568251849.post-1555433406637144374</id><published>2008-01-03T18:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T18:07:54.267+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensieri'/><title type='text'>Pensieri intorno al tango</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zza6sRRplAw/R30fXQsbJhI/AAAAAAAAABY/vTa5ZIPKttU/s1600-h/piedi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zza6sRRplAw/R30fXQsbJhI/AAAAAAAAABY/vTa5ZIPKttU/s320/piedi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151308033260463634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ARGOMENTO: riportare i pensieri che ci attraversano la mente prima o dopo una serata in milonga, prima o dopo una lezione, prima o dopo un tango...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(foto di Lucia Baldini, Calendario Poste Italiane 2008)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502922291568251849-1555433406637144374?l=tangea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangea.blogspot.com/feeds/1555433406637144374/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502922291568251849&amp;postID=1555433406637144374' title='11 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502922291568251849/posts/default/1555433406637144374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502922291568251849/posts/default/1555433406637144374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangea.blogspot.com/2008/01/pensieri-intorno-al-tango.html' title='Pensieri intorno al tango'/><author><name>milonguera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454885642138906250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zza6sRRplAw/SBjx4tobknI/AAAAAAAAACE/wBoxEAz7Jt0/S220/k8197.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zza6sRRplAw/R30fXQsbJhI/AAAAAAAAABY/vTa5ZIPKttU/s72-c/piedi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4502922291568251849.post-7035708409395023003</id><published>2008-01-02T02:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T02:54:47.177+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lezioni di tango'/><title type='text'>La lezione di un grande Maestro</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p3QNxm6hVYc&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p3QNxm6hVYc&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Il primo post di questo blog vuole invitare alla riflessione critica tutti coloro che come me ballano il tango da appassionati dilettanti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/URDXoGmBV44&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/URDXoGmBV44&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4502922291568251849-7035708409395023003?l=tangea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tangea.blogspot.com/feeds/7035708409395023003/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4502922291568251849&amp;postID=7035708409395023003' title='3 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502922291568251849/posts/default/7035708409395023003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4502922291568251849/posts/default/7035708409395023003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tangea.blogspot.com/2008/01/la-lezione-di-un-grande-maestro.html' title='La lezione di un grande Maestro'/><author><name>milonguera</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454885642138906250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Zza6sRRplAw/SBjx4tobknI/AAAAAAAAACE/wBoxEAz7Jt0/S220/k8197.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
