http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3e_Rbts5Q9Q
These sounds invoke memories of lazy Sunday afternoons.
In a small town in Portugal, Sunday afternoons were an open invitation for the youth to gather listening to beautiful tangos being played over the somewhat scratchy sound system and dance.
I remember vividly the old fire house's open salon and dozens and dozens of young people whose faces and names I no longer recall.
The sound of this tango is forever etched in my brain along with the sense of pure joy that it invoked on the mind of a young girl.
Those simple and delicious days will stay with me forever.
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ola Melia, sim as nossas recordações felizes ficarão para sempre gravadas na nossa memoria. E são elas que determinam, de certa forma, a nossa maneira de estar na vida hoje em dia.
beijinhos
Zica
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