"There's still something I did not tell , Tango"
( tango )
I could not sleep the whole night ,
meditating on what I missed to tell you.
It was a drive that ran out of rope
gripped the pendulum of a clock asshole .
It was almost nothing, how much You were ,
dream of you at night, from end to end .
In my tumbled goddess I worship nothing calls
despite my poor " cachet" of coins.
It is , that in April at my window,
your memory, and those sad ocher .
Painted as an " iconoclastic " idle ...
I lost the gold in your nose.
There is still ... something I missed confession ,
not to wear the " mask of cement."
In my silly " compadreada " I grabbed the " bump "
and unwittingly broke the stretched spring steel ...
I empeciné to contradict , your poor grip ,
instalándote cruel " bear traps " .
"In fart " and " idiot " , the stepped on that night ,
and finally got stuck me as you please .
The elusive fortune swallowed , an abyss,
from the depths of your blue eyes .
The invulnerable eternity ran out of time ,
aquende , funny insurmountable your boobs ...
It is no longer clear the entelechy of your astonishment ,
nor thy falsehood , is a defeat to flow .
Already a " corso " all whistles have been silent ,
with ostentatious " rattles " hollows of your faithful
Gambeteando your censures and your nuisances ,
I spend my dark days with a thousand sad songs .
The forgiveness that you had already bucked " neglect " ...
and the " boleo " I did head pastures ...
I've never been "short" or " morao "
when I had to play me .
But this time I tangled thread that " devious bearing " ...
And " stab " he concluded ... in my " mate" ...
Daniel H Guasti /
"mate" = my head pisulinoal@yahoo.com.ar
"morao" =coward
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