(tango)
to Daniela Andrea Guasti..
A tango in which no one could believe,
was lost in the dark street.
She searched muses rent
someone innocently chooses.
It was windy in the rain,
in a collapse of bohemia.
With dreams of ardent lovers,
. managed to climb the ... just ..
A tango that never rest,
yet still invade old utopias,
He who seeks to be the rescue
of a lost lover ...
Mix in the chaos of the alley,
and is transformed into leaves.
Want to catch an occasional romance,
to emancipate on promises ...
A tango someone silva,
in the back of the office.
Not to possess consciousness,
and at night his sadness.
A tango that no one imagines,
because there is no ethereal scores.
He bites his soul to the corners,
and transforms them into ghosts ..
Tango is claimed,
who want to hear their sentences.
A tango played on guitar,
that burns to bordonas,
Beats resound in the stable,
in forgettable and ominous dawn.
Never leave empty-handed,
before spoil some tears ...
Today nostalgia is billed,
and pay more than ever.
Will this tango, or my folly,
the cuffs of my pillow.
And in my dream the woman who usurps,
it's my own nightmare.
I will caress my back,
and his smile fades into treacherous.
At night the sweet melancholy,
vomits in the silent window.
The Moon is one that strives,
and Tango is done.
In all due melancholy,
the frightening going on "team" ...
Definitely to rise to heaven,
to get lost in the starry dome ...
"bohemia" = spirit of te town
Daniel H Guasti
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