Hector B. Villalba

International and Argentine "Maestro of Tango"

Master of Improvisational Milongüero

Un dia se tomo el raje…
Y se planto alla en el norte
Y alli empezo a darse corte
Dibujando, firuletes…
Se dio cuenta, la gran siete
Que el tango, era su pasion
Y al compas de esta emocion
El gotan, marco su suerte…

El siente que cuando baila…
Vuela su alma, al infinito
Y no le importa ni un pito
Que lo miren, ni que digan…

Bailando deja la vida
Pues esa es su gran pasion
Y siente al bailar un tango
Que es un regalo, de Dios…

Que lindo es verlo bailar…
Con que emocion, con que
ganas dibujando filigranas
con alma, con corazon…
y hoy al verlo en el salon
de su querido, arrabal
vibra su alma seńera
con emocion, de ciudad…

Su vista es un alago…
Que le agradezco, amigazo
Y junto con ete abrazo
Va mi verso, mas canero…
Le doy mi afecto sincero
Y en esta mano cordial
Llegue este ramo de prosas.

One day he ran free
And reappeared in the far north
The he put himself forth
Drawing swagging filigree.
He realizaed not to late
That dancing was his pasion
-to the rhythm of this emotion
The tango sealed his fate

When dancing he was away
His soul ascends to the infinite
Heavens, and he didn´t give
Importance to who was watching
Or what was said...
He gave his all
As this was his life`s passion
And felt in this tango moments
That God was in his soul.

What pleasure, to see him dancing,
Such emotion, pure understanding,
Doodling figures on the floor
With enthusiasm and ardour.
And today back in the sensuous salon
Of his beloved “arrabal”
His souls trembles with emotion
In this Buenos Aires portal.

Your visit is a tribute
That I much appreciate.
I give you a hug
My good friend,
And my verses as a salute,
The fondness of my heart,
And on my friendly hand
I carry this bunch of verses
With the aroma of homeland.