sábado, 17 de marzo de 2012

"Three Women , Tango"- to "Chico" Buarque de Hollanda

                                        "Three Women , Tango"                                                               (Tango)
                                     to  
my admired, Chico Buarque de Hollanda
                                                         
Inspired by his work .. "Teresinha"
 



  
Carla... was a humble ... pale pink,.
 lost in a tangle of flowers peaceful.
With his innocence embracing the moon ..
It allowed me the sin of lust.
The wiles of my unfaithful cheating cretinous,.
 grew by storm ..Always "pelando" a "Sanata"
to cheat with infamous lies ...
To me, it was too much of your total giving, 
was as pure as the light in the shadows ...
Until the end ... I lost my stirrups weak "can",.
 and had no end ... I deserved "rodada" ...





 
Roxana ... burned like fire itself,
not interested in anything ... a lot of money ...
.I became his tributary ornaments,.
 and I was so stupid ... so dumb.
There were limits to his "espamento"
to show your valuable "asset" ...
In her spell was hallucinating in jail.
I mastered as a pawn on the board.
Until I discovered the light in the abyss
Was when I dared to face myself ...
I left it alone and forgotten debts
I was paying very resigned.
My book of complaints is exhausted completely...
And my friends ... I put a more attentive ear ...





 
Patricia ... is a whirlwind of pure beauty
That until today I jaquea.It is as virtual as a utopia,.
 As far as the spotless righteousness.
But we know that the mystery of what is loved,
not respond or laws or causes.
She sings the Tango as a "siren"
as if to whisper a "fueye" in each ear.
With her eyes she charms ink,
with pronounced black lashes, 
fills me."Bite" both words when speaking,.
 Bears the stamp of the purest lineage "Buenos Aires" ...
When I'm in front of her,
for suggesting unrequited 
or nothingI always take a step back in line,.
 And then, go to the "deck" as a "jack" ...
Meanwhile, five years her picture stolen.
 In my "secret" wooden box ...
trying to discover that my shyness "Berreta"
To "tiptoe" to "crack" my hopes ..Yesterday ...
I have seen in the distance,.
 and shame turned around the face,.
 And imagine it without her, or know ....
 I went off to mourn as a child,
 
just... around the corner ...
                                                                                    
ing. Daniel H Guasti
                                                                                
pisulinoal@yahoo.com.ar

 
"Sanata"= lies"
"Espamento" = boasts
"rodada" = fall of horse and rider
"` Pelando " =exposing
"fueye" = bandoneon
"Berreta" = ordinary
"Espiante" = flight      

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