We do not realize that we have misjudged how much time is left in the song. We step onto the floor and embrace for a few seconds; maybe we had the chance to change weight. And then the song ends.
We step apart in the brief silence between songs, and he makes a slight bow and remarks, grave-voiced but with a twinkle in his eyes, "Thank you; that was very ... pure."
Hugo Lago
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May 22, 1938 — It’s a short walk from my apartment to Hugo’s apartment, so
I went to see him today for his 87th birthday. I surprised him with my
visit. ...
4 weeks ago
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