The Gods of Tango Quotes

“And isn't that strange, she thought, the way one city can swirl inside another; the way you can be in one country yet carry another country in your skin; the way a place is changed by whoever comes to it, the way silt invades the body of a river.”
― Carolina De Robertis, The Gods of Tango

“She wondered why no one saw through her disguise. Perhaps people could see only what they expected, what fit inside their vision, as if human vision came in precut shapes more narrow than the world itself, and this allowed her to hide in plain sight.”
― Carolina De Robertis, The Gods of Tango

“It was still, at the root, the same dance: the same two bodies, connecting, gliding together, two aching souls reaching for each other and finding more than could be told. And then, in the fourth song, or maybe it was the fifth, they switched roles, without speaking, their bodies deciding, hands moving from waist to shoulder or shoulder to waist and pouring the dance in the opposite direction, which was, they discovered, not an opposite at all but a continuation of the very same dance, the same essential language of the body, of two bodies wishing to be one, forming a kinetic poem out of longing.”
― Carolina De Robertis, The Gods of Tango

“...if you don't script your own way once and for all, your story will be written by someone else, and your actions will be guided by other people's dreams of who you should be rather than by the bright jagged thing you really are.”
― Carolina De Robertis, The Gods of Tango

“Rosa leaned forward. 'We don't have the least idea what life can be.'

'We don't?'

'No.'

'Then how do we find out?'

Rosa wiped tears from Dante's face with her fingers. The gesture was firm as it was tender. 'We plunge.”
― Carolina De Robertis, The Gods of Tango

“A music born among children of slaves is like an orphan: it will never know its real parents, will never hear the full visceral story of its birth.”
― Carolina De Robertis, The Gods of Tango

“Music, arrow to pierce all barriers. Music, the great equalizer. Music, invader of centuries. Nectar of demons, whiskey flask of God.”
― Carolina De Robertis, The Gods of Tango

“As if music could be crushed like a condemned building or a stubborn anarchist. But it could not. It always rose and returned, vital, immense, fortified by new instruments, new shapes, new musicians crazy enough to give their lives to it like underground, unsanctioned priests.”
― Carolina De Robertis, The Gods of Tango

“She didn't mind the sacrifice. It seemed enough for a life, to give yourself to music the way nuns give themselves to God. To vow. To surrender. Only music, after all, made life bearable. Only with music did she feel--what was it? Free? Happy? No, it was something else. Awake.”
― Carolina De Robertis, The Gods of Tango

“He does not look at the dancers, does not acknowledge her, sitting and staring. He is steeped in a private aural world. He drew out longer notes than her papa ever had; he was more forceful with the bow; she hadn't known the violin contained such wildness. She was reminded of the tarantella, which skipped along its notes and pulled you upward; out of yourself, come and play! But these pieces, these tangos, didn't only lift; they also plunged you downward, deep inside yourself, to the unexamined corners of your heart. Come, they whispered, come and look, see what's here and dance with it, this is music too.”
― Carolina De Robertis, The Gods of Tango

“So that's all we're doingoing here now? Catering to the rich?'

'We'really here for the tango,' Santiago said. 'Our music will reach far more people because we'really here'

'And the workers? The tango came from us, it belongs to us!”
― Carolina De Robertis, The Gods of Tango

“Palo's three older brothers had died in the Paraguayan War, conscripted by the Argentinian government, taken off by force along with all the black men of their generation, because, Palo told young Santiago, they needed a way to not only win their war but also rid this country of us in the process, two birds with one stone. Buenos Aires was too black for them, one third of the population, that's enough blackness to swallow you up! to get strong on you! and so they sent our fathers off to war and opened floodgates to European steamships so that white men would pour into the city to replace us, and their plan worked, the bastarda, look at our city now.”
― Carolina De Robertis, The Gods of Tango

“That's what happens to melodies: they get lost in the air. Just like memories. And the body. Memories and melodies and the body dissolve after we die. A musical instrument is not like the body, not at all: like the soul, it carries on.”
― Carolina De Robertis, The Gods of Tango

“It was her grandfather who'd told her the tale of this particular violin, over and over, as if the telling could stave off loss, as if the weight and scope of human history were not found in books or in those mythic universities in Rome and Naples that no one in their village had ever seen but, rather, were encoded in objects like this one, a violin touched by hundreds of hands, loved, used, stroked, pressed, made to outlive its owners, storing their secrets and lies”
― Carolina De Robertis, The Gods of Tango

“Le tango est à nous. Rappelle-toi ça, rappelle-toi d'où il vient. Pour chaque personne qui connaît ses racines, il y en a cent qui ne les connaissent pas. Et peut-être qu'un jour ceux qui savent auront tous disparu. Mais le secret vivra toujours, son coeur bat dans les percussions et dans son rythme syncopé.”
― Carolina De Robertis, The Gods of Tango

“If you don't script your own way once and for all, your story will be written by someone else, and your actions will be guided by other people's dreams of who you should be rather than by the bright jagged thing you really are.”
― Carolina De Robertis, The Gods of Tango

“there was music . . . after church and food, like the third point in a holy trinity”
― Carolina De Robertis, The Gods of Tango

“candombe, the music of black people . . . music played on drums built with cast-off barrels, whose rhythms interlocked to form a tight vast sound”
― Carolina De Robertis, The Gods of Tango

“milongas, those fast joyful songs that could fill a filthy alley with dancers more quickly than honey could draw flies”
― Carolina De Robertis, The Gods of Tango

“habaneras, sparked by sailors freshly arrived from Cuba who . . . drummed their blood-quickening beats with their knuckles on every surface they could find”
― Carolina De Robertis, The Gods of Tango

“payadas, sung by pairs of country men who knew the life of gauchos and horses abd lassos and dirt, who battled each other through song, caught up in a duel of wits, brandishing guitars and verses spit from their mouths”
― Carolina De Robertis, The Gods of Tango

“You use what you have,” La Strega said. “To ward off chaos. And chaos is everywhere.”
― Carolina De Robertis, The Gods of Tango

“Leda arrivò in Argentina il 4 febbraio 1913, su un piroscafo che solo venti giorni prima aveva visto sparire l’Italia (..)”.

“Sono morta (..)” dice di se stessa. “(…) lasciandosi alle spalle il baule che aveva portato dall’Italia con i suoi abiti (…) vestigia di una donna che non c’era più”.
“non c’era nessuno che la vedesse come realmente era (…) nascondendo la sua identità le sembrava di non essere più vista, o di essere vista a metà (..) Era felice che nessuno potesse vederla (…) La gente non vede ciò che non può immaginare e lei era immaginabile perfino a sé stessa (….) Forse era una cosa mostruosa”.”
― Carolina De Robertis, The Gods of Tango

“So that's all we're doing here now? Catering to the rich?'

'We're here for the tango,' Santiago said. 'Our music will reach far more people because we're here.'

'And the workers? The tango came from us, it belongs to us!”
― Carolina De Robertis, The Gods of Tango