I was born with the tango by a beautiful month D’August 1992 pennies the sky from themaritime ones. J’were on holiday with my children dear with an association proposing of the daily activities of personal development. Sunday evening, after the meal in the open air, a man vêtu of put white an air of music which S’proved to be tango but, with L’time, I N’did not know any more. It took its partner in his arms and between the tables of wood on which we dined, they are reflected to dance, presqu very slowly’motionless.
        The fascination of L’unknown and new was instantaneous. He, dark and very turned on itself and it, a luminous face of headstock with its beautiful round cheeks, closed eyes, very whole collected by its own listening. The course began Monday morning ; I did not put any more the question to know what to choose among the great number D’activities suggested.
         But, Monday morning, this N’was not them the professors, C’was another couple with which, since, I remained friendly, and, by this qu’they are sympathetic nerves, and, by the recognition of the first step.
          Here is my history of dancer of Argentinian tango; it begins with the face D’a woman. I tell that because my history is, perhaps common, with much between we who forget some to follow the music for the beautiful eyes D’a woman who closes them to enter L’listens of her own body. This night, I slept very well after having laid down my children.
           The next morning was less romantic. C’was the first time of my life which I took of the courses of dance. The hard meeting with the tempo is not enough to refresh my ardeuR but, nevertheless, it was necessary  "  S’to hang " like one says. We will pass all the details of L’training, it would be the subject of long nourished novel of meetings qu’it caused, of confrontations of character, the used trousers with L’site of the malleoli of ankle, the extraordinary loves and the solid détestations, the number of pairs of shoes worn and finished on the quays from the Seine in Paris, of the disappointed friendships, the mislaid discs, the unforeseen discoveries and the unthinkable routines, the life, what.
            Two years later, I N’learned more figures and I started to walk, I N’stopped more since. The women m’thanked some, the men m’put questions about the nature of these thanks. I must, then, acknowledge my happiness but, J’keeps the content of it, excuse me.
             Francisco Canaro came, then I turned to Edgardo Donato, Ricardo Tanturi m’drew by the collar, Enrique Campos S’is disputed with Alberto Castillo, Astor Piazzolla will come later, J’bought one 45 turn of Carlos Gardel in the old town of Barcelona, J’had the greatest difficulties in follow "  El lloron " of Roberto Firpo , and then, such L’appeasing succeeding din, once the silence made on the track, Mr.., not, forgive me, Maestro entered on scene, all the music D’before S’is abruptly deafened ; after the discovery of the tango itself, then, that of walk, appeared the third time of my life of tanguero, that of discovered of Osvaldo  Pugliese.