Oh, Woman! Thou art not alone the creation of God – but of Man! [Tagore]
Spring – and the nights of Paris, throb with love and desire.
Back of every man's failure, there is a woman. I lift my glass to the lady who has honored me! To the Temptress – who asks for nothing – but takes all a man can give – and more!
The Argentine! Far from the artificial life of the old world – land of Men – and the work of Men! – The Argentine!
Where they make songs for everything – Ay – Ay – Ay – songs for loving and songs for hating! – Ay – Ay Ay – The Argentine! Songs for the work which must be done – Ay – Ay – Ay! – songs for the desert which must be won – Ay – Ay – Ay!
Men's work! To the martial music of hammer blows – the shriek of steam whistles – work that would reclaim the wasteland – men's work!
Ah, the night was made for love, ay, ay, ay! And so was a lady fair, ay, ay, ay!
God makes men – and woman makes fools!
Men from the dam to make a fiesta for the Marquise! – Men – men – what are men for – if not to amuse a woman!
Dear God – why can't You give me back the past – to do better with?
Paris – the Temptress – that never loses her lovers.
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