(tango)
In the fading mist ...
That is releasing the asphalt.
I find your figure,
filtered by the dim lights of the villages.
The lines you draw,
with a "spectralism" burlesque.
A fool of you I am a prisoner,
and I find you everywhere ...
I was very unbelieving ...
When I had a treasure.
In my hands I have lost,
the most valuable opportunity.
Now I run a track,
something that I approached you.
The road never ends,
if transitas knees.
It is expected that in the end I wonder,
Otherwise ... I do not care.
When your face is mirrored,
in the wet street.
It is a "troll" I whisper,
cejes not your intent.
Hope does not expire,
if the illusion is healthy.
The thirst for the distance,
end up discouraged.
But many are part of this,
And I foresee ... first ...
We ended Squeezing brightness,
a "brick dry."
But what matters is the way ...
After all ...
All life ... is just that ...
Daniel H Guasti
pisulinoal@yahoo.com.ar
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