" Resilience , Tango"
( tango )
A blow fell more ... more ...
My wounded soul does not care,
with my short "Resilience "
hammer your look does nothing for me .
The " toughness " my exalts me ,
as if my back was hard " rubber " .
The grievance of a grim dichotomy
my not weigh me or cut me .
Demand is that stubborn , you invoke ...
With your black eyes and your look .
and beyond shadows on the sidewalk ,
in the summer rain " Charcal " .
A silent prayer " Sauzal "
warns me your happy renunciation.
Gold destiny to me " toiled "
molded in the anguish of my sorrow .
In vain that riddle is investigated , without rest ...
Among the " jamases " Thy , you owe me .
The " bat " of your punches , debated ,
In spite of the deceptions of my reasons .
"Providence " knows what he's doing ,
with his cold arm unpunished.
Twinned with auroral
will be your beautiful eyes , and this useless wakefulness.
The first time , I obeyed your avatars ,
I knew immediately , posthumous nightmares.
Your redemption, it will not be easy.
if you are away like dry leaves in the ditch.
No more desire to restore , nothing ...
The theft of my poor fool "Resilience " .
Unsayable yesterday and now,
has faded , as tall towers ...
The uniqueness of your beauty in the world,
is banished like a ship in the dark night .
I believe more in my "Resilience "
because I already am , embellishing my capitulations .
Whether the grievance is gesturing in the streets,
and seek my patience , chimeras ...
Maybe tomorrow ... Be the announced day ...
when finally dry " random " ... change their dirty " cards " ...
Daniel H Guasti
pisulinoal@yahoo.com.ar
"Charcal" = water on the street
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