(tango)
And finally ... She was,
Plowing in the carefree soul.
We started with deceptions ...
The vileness of one ... why? ...
Leaving a furrow of Tangos,
in the illusion of "stone".
With his face more pride ...
He will not see anymore.
Channels through which circulate ...
His remanidas tears ...
It has no one to waters,
his helpless "field of stars."
He became involved with his absence,
took it as a starting point.
The pain and the signa ...
Resigned to his memory.
Better ... a good "slap" in the face ...
To awaken consciousness.
Who did not draw this license,
without having achieved ... nothing.
He refused to ingratiate himself with her ...
Nor put obstacles ...
A highly revered woman ...
It becomes "hard cement" ...
No wonder ... this "Theater" ...
with what happens every day.
Has any reprimands did not go through ...
Or have you back "boxes" ...
The afternoon is painted red ...
I see ... crying in a corner ...
Life is very rigorous ...
And do not let anything happen ... ...
The "bagayo" sometimes it shows ...
Or I guess you right away ...
"Bagayo" = packages
Daniel H Guasti
pisulinoal@yahoo.com.ar
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