"Selfless melancholy , Tango"

                                               

                                                       
                                                    "Selfless melancholy, tango"
                                                                                   (tango)
The same evening, every day ...
Those who are resigned to copy between them ...
The same corners, shadows earnest, melancholy rain.
They invite me to envision,
your calm look through your window.
Waiting for the slow, gentle,
Twilight of every day ...
And that mirror in your room,
where the Moon, spy,
the hermetic secrets of the night ...

I wish I could dream of, what you dreamed ...
or take away, the dream.
In your dark eyes, own me,
to rebuild, your dream.
  Clear my head, for a moment,
to know who I am,
Forget that pain, prohibition,
unable to make, your hands ...

"Hither" ... the trusses day ...
I already got used and these "Fields".
Where, I'm blinding wheat,
my pessimism, bitter.
It ruined the twilight of the vacuum,
and resignation, as the only way.
Of what, you can never,
what the day, we should.
But, if anything, I am persevering,
  is waiting for you, with your smile beneath those blue stars.
lighted in the courtyard,
  the other nights.
The wishful thinking is always vain ...
If one is not encouraged, to get here, right now ...

Beyond the incorruptible afternoon, I sense there's something ...
And sorry, that endures some Mi ...
Deep inside Ti ...
Immanence, never have, so ...
than ever, we are united.
As is customary, is zealous, the question,
  to the "clear" Actually, that constantly govern ...
The "weak reason," drowning in a ditch, sad ...
Covered by dried leaves of autumn ...
                                                                     Daniel H Guasti
                                                                    pisulinoal@yahoo.com.ar