EL PORTEÑITO.

I am a son of Buenos Aires, nicknamed “The Little Porteño”, the cockiest local lad ever born in this land. When a companion strums a tango on his guitar, no one in the whole world can dance it better than I.

No one can match me when it comes to wooing women: all sweet talk and flattery, all smooth patter, nothing more. And when I make my approach, I flatter her from head to toe, securing my daily bread with the money she'll hand over.

I'm the terror of the tough crowd whenever I enter a dance, for I show no respect to anyone at the gathering. And if one of them rebels and comes acting the hard man, I send him off with a punch to find whoever fooled him.

When the cash begins to run low, I spin a tale for my sweetheart, the craftiest young woman ever to walk the southern quarter. And as if it fell from heaven, a coin slips into my pocket; to the beat of a barrel organ I dance the tango to her “health”.