Milonga.be is happy to share the contribution of one of our readers, Herman D’Hollander.
Have a nice read,
To dance, or not to dance, that is the question:
Whether ’tis bolder from behind to suffer
The stings and soreness of outrageous footwork,
Or to fling legs against a sea of dancers,
And by opposing offend them: too dire, too cheap
No more; and by taking leave, to say we end
the foot-ache, and the thousand collateral shocks
that ankles are heir to? ‘Tis a resignation
devoutly to be wished. Good-bye! To flee,
To flee, perchance to pee; aye, where’s the pub?
Yet in that need of breath, what angst may come,
when we have shuffled off into the void,
Must make us pause. We want to connect.
Thus aches nostalgia for milonga life.
Inspired by the monologue in Hamlet, by Shakespeare :
To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them: to die, to sleep
No more; and by a sleep, to say we end
the heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
that Flesh is heir to? ‘Tis a consummation
devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep,
To sleep, perchance to Dream; aye, there’s the rub,
for in that sleep of death, what dreams may come,
when we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
must give us pause. There’s the respect
that makes Calamity of so long life.