A/N: A poem about my favourite part of the film - the tango. The music in
that scene is the better piece of composition in the entire world - whoever
wrote that ought to be fricken crowned the next Beethoven or Mozart or
something.
This was inspired by Al Pacino's character's quote in the film - 'No mistakes in the tango, not like life, if you get tangled up you just.tango on'
*!*
If you get tangled up, you just tango on
Music begins so soft and gentle
Blind man takes her hand
And they slide around the room, so gracefully
You wouldn't believe she'd never tangoed before
He turns and she sees another side of the room
He only sees dark; but he feels, oh how he feels
The touch of her fingers against his
Her breath against his shoulder
Her legs moving with his as they cross the floor
The music strengthens, a change of tune and tempo
Enough to make blood boil with fervour
Their steps click sharply as they dance
He spins her out and back in
They turn together, arms entwined
She laughs, he smiles
With eyes forever staring into nothingness
Another swirl, sharply back into position
To the left, her perfume intoxicates him
To the right, she falters slightly
He holds her steady in another turn
The music dies down and fades away
She turns to smile at him, forgetting
He could never see her smile
But the feel of her heart beating
Does exactly what a smile would
He smiles and his dead eyes widen,
They tangled and they tangoed on
This was inspired by Al Pacino's character's quote in the film - 'No mistakes in the tango, not like life, if you get tangled up you just.tango on'
*!*
If you get tangled up, you just tango on
Music begins so soft and gentle
Blind man takes her hand
And they slide around the room, so gracefully
You wouldn't believe she'd never tangoed before
He turns and she sees another side of the room
He only sees dark; but he feels, oh how he feels
The touch of her fingers against his
Her breath against his shoulder
Her legs moving with his as they cross the floor
The music strengthens, a change of tune and tempo
Enough to make blood boil with fervour
Their steps click sharply as they dance
He spins her out and back in
They turn together, arms entwined
She laughs, he smiles
With eyes forever staring into nothingness
Another swirl, sharply back into position
To the left, her perfume intoxicates him
To the right, she falters slightly
He holds her steady in another turn
The music dies down and fades away
She turns to smile at him, forgetting
He could never see her smile
But the feel of her heart beating
Does exactly what a smile would
He smiles and his dead eyes widen,
They tangled and they tangoed on