"Big-Bang , bandoneón and Tango , Tango"

                                    "Big-Bang, Bandoneon and Tango , Tango"

                                                                                               (Tango)






It occurs to me that the universe is like a big "bellows" ...
That expands without limits or sense ...
With a "dark energy"
 that stubbornly accelerate ...
But the "bellows" is not obsequious or obtuse ...
And will close without asking ...
In a large "silent" long,
like a "break" ...

... And we will live ... the same,
 with a new Big Bang ...
In other songs ...
Other consequences and rhythms ...
Among many cycles,
 with unsuspected and unknown experiences.
The weather will be a "phrase" with "cadences"
Board, between round trips.
We will have the same bodies,
 the very souls involved.
But we are much more attentive,
 with the mistakes we made ...

The shit that I stepped distracted yesterday ...
The esquivaré on the sidewalk.
The Bandoneon no time or obedience
heal wounds vain ...
There will be the infamous bitterness,

 measured with a meter "trout" ...
There will be new and lofty Tangos,
 but no one will dare to "bark".
Many give up "shouting",
. ... And more refined than "medium tone" ...
Your pride will be minimized,
. And let me the neglect ...
Life will not be elegiac,
. With friendly and supportive facts ...
There will be a more merciful God,
 and a bandoneon that at times he cries,
intruder with more emphasis
... With all the pains and sorrows,
. those who endure in our destinations ...


You'll come back again about my child ...
 And everything is framed in a party.
It will not erase your memory or consciousness,
 between different astronomical cycles.
We bounded afterlife ...
And an opulent and infinite tango ...
As hilarious as this "balurdo"
. In which there has got us ...
The Bandoneon we mark the point ...
Where we change the "pilchas."
They tell us very "post" Metaphysics "...
And we are open to knowledge ...

"pilchas"=dress
"balurdo" =mess



                                                                                           Daniel H Guasti

"Zenith , Tango"

                                                                  "Zenith , Tango""

                                                                                        (tango)





Lit up like a flower,

  a pure moonbeams.

Zenith Length,

  like the light of the stars ...

Spring on,

  expression of your soul.

Rain of holy water,

  that night calm ...



I saw your silhouette in the forest

  apology for my anxiety.

  They were but shadows,

  before you tore.

Singing no longer has to return,

  by eloping with your eyes.

I shall always see the sunrise,

  with a rose in your face ...

Stubborn intrigue of mystery,

  that lurks in my memory ...



Zenith ... of pure light,

  smooth lines wrapped around you.

I discovered your beauty vivid

  with your god-like figure.

Transparent glass of water mystical

  that even today I still signa.

Women that contradicts the nerve,

  the brightness of a jewel ...



Zenith Length,

  flower that burns the poem.

You can see the nerve of your eyes,

  which gave me no respite ...

Lights that dazzle,

  fable tight ...

Zenith ...

Generous moonlight

. .. in the deep night

We lit ...







                                                                       Daniel H Guasti

"You humble heart of "quarks" , Tango

                                       "Your humble heart of "quarks", Tango "-
                                                                                       (tango)

  With tears clouded my eyes,

  today I am remembering.

... Me "deschavo" more reluctant,

  that a "quantum spring."

I instigated my repentance,

  and your face lit "gluons" ...

Your kindness is a garden of flowers,

. in your humble heart of "quarks".


I know even the slightest particular,

  for having invaded to the top ...

Nobody knows your heart and I hurt,

  and who have not forgiven me ...

I deserve your excommunication ...

  for not having considered ...

  noblest women in the neighborhood ...

My pride Sometimes I lie,

. and I decree that you were not for me.

The big mistake I did,

. is that of not having appreciated in time.

Now it's time for my lesson,

  and return to Rezart arrodiyao '...


I could feel the sweet beat,

. in every particle of your "cuore" ...

Now that I dot the grounds,

  I refuse to not go crazy ...

These "quarks" one day they will understand,

  ... to grant me my acquittal

Of Thee I just hope forgiveness,

. despite the howling of some "leptons" ...


The guilt never mitigated,

  if you do not get your answer.

Sometimes the fate you "dribbles"

  and it makes a couple of "pipes" ...

Then ... the years go by,

  and all attempts have failed to brag about ...

Best ... have measured the disaster,

.. which I did to your poor heart ...


"Up," "Charmed," "top", "down", "strange", "botton" ...

  Front suffered a "quarks" ...

The slim box that elevates you to a heaven providential

and I always will be grieving ...

What good is a handkerchief,

if not to mourn forever ...

The future will  me lagging ...

And my poor heart ... the hole ... 
                                                               Daniel H Guasti

"Stars and Supernovae , Tango"

                                          "Stars and Supernovae Tango"

                                                                                        (tango)

The star that thou hast chosen,

no longer exists.

Shall be a thousand years, perhaps,

  to an end you find out ...

Nature treated her like a lamp,

  turning it off forever.

As one who never understood,

. that everything is going to end ...


The "Supernova", to exploit,

  all around, lit ...

Get off the pain,

  when you know, temporary ...

It is useless ritual,

  that you're giving today ...

At the end is the "Singularity"

  and weight of the "Black Hole" ...

Piece of "space-time"

  flavored bitter pill ...


Always hides the Universe

  the most mysterious science.

That star that gives you,

  she swallowed a Galaxy ...

It is the complexity of the "Astrophysics" ...

"The Theory of Relativity" ...

It's like tango mourn the sad,

  knowing that she will never return ...


It remains another chance ...

Deal with this "Black Hole".

And back to the past without guilt,

  by a "wormhole" ...

Bend the "Space-Time"

  to stifle the breath ...

And heal our wounds vain,

  in a "parallel world" ...


Shudder the "Supernovas"

  when ephemeral believe ...

Someone always dream,

. to swim in the chaos ...

And as a god excited,

. hold on to the "fantasy dream" ...

The light from that star that comes to you,

  is like a rope that is cut ...

The strange reality of the universe is ... as is ...

  do not expect anything else ...
                                                                          Daniel H Guasti

"Hadron , en you auric field ,Tango"

                                        "Hadron" in your auric field , Tango "

                                                                                                   (tango)

What is it? ... That energy reverential ...

That night I light up.

"Yoke" of "quark-anti quark"

  in the "spin" of your soul lucid ...

Bridges of light and shadow,

  in the dark silence of the village.

Clouds of "quantum particles"

  with your complexity in tow ...


Since I can not understand,

  I have to become a scientist ...

Bring you to "CERN",

  to accelerate the speed of light ...

Maybe they can spin virtue

. of the mysteries that account.

My amazement are "channels"

  for every time to understand you less ...

In my head are a scandal,

Filling a board of "quantum equations."

The music that refers you is enlarged,

  and "mamarrachea" with traces of chalk ...


Onerous and inexplicable than science,

  as I can unravel ...

If at the end ... I will be "balls" ...

As expectations go ...

A pure calculations, I was stubborn,

  but I'm always missing some "quarks" ...

I never get a "jigsaw"

  what about your soul hole ...

I go and come as a postman,

. with my "gluons" in the pocket.

The hoard as a treasure,

  as prizes for my punishment ....


That's why every now and then I will investigate,

with a curiosity of "quantum physics"

And forget your forgetfulness acetate,

with the particles of your "auric field" ...

There are "hadrons" already collided,

. in awe of your exotic chaos ...

I shortcuts in their spoil,

  and they that worship whisper ...

In search of your mysteries,

I always burn like a match ...

I place in your heart, my eyes ...

And the rest of your "hadrons" ... I study ...

 
  " mamarrachea "= scrawl                                                                                   Daniel H Guasti

"The Library of the Future "...to my daughter Daniela Andrea Guasti

                   

                                

                                       "The Library of the Future"

                                                                                             (Tango)

                                                                                        to  my daughter Daniela  Andrea Guasti...



I broke the window of the orthodoxy.

to go in search of hope.

I had to go through stars,

planets, quasars, and galaxies ...

To finally find ...

within the pyramid, ethereal,

inextricable in the nucleus,

of the virtuality of the "hyperspace" ...

Time froze,

and this time ... was my ally,

for power, for this one time ...

Deemed to be accurate.


There was ... the Library,

that "Enlightened Masters Forum" ...

At the edge of Universe ...

I had to correct an erratic course,

between "parallel worlds" ...

... There stood the great "Library of the Future" ...

With its columns of plasma,

I wanted to discover my dilemmas,

. with a promising future

 siemptre to be for calm.

I even tried ... swallow a handful of "quarks" ...

mixed with my tears,

evoking your beautiful eyes ...

lavish in my agony.

I thought ... in your eyes ...

Whether would you want me ...

And I shed my tears between "nebulae,"

when I got an answer ...


"Thresholds" infinite light ... ...

Certainties baffling and bold ...

"Dark energy" ... and "akashic".

I got involved with these scholarly pages ...

I looked between "virtual books"

your future, your providence ... and your "karma".

There was my own destiny,

linked to yours ... wobbly ...

 as ... hangs in the balance ..

Knowing this I remained calm,

and let my soul in peace ...



In that library the chance ...

Believe it fails ...

Certainty is true ...

. And we all need to prevent.

Before a long journey ... proof,

know the infinite consciousness ...

I took in my hands a couple of tangos,

as a generous help,

for my lost illusions ...

But ... now  rediscovered ...


Then began my return to Earth

with my emotions in tow,

And knowing that you lost,

the way "timeless" ...

was it a party.

However ... I realized,

I left my own firm,

... Just in case ...

In an emergency contingent

Promising to return,

my patience helpless ...

At the slightest suspicion ...


As I write this tango,

are exploding in my head,

subtle melodies ...

. "Brane" ... "strings" vibrate me ...

And a host of cosmic particles,

I go back to your beauty ...

The beauty of your face ...

As a comet of daring thirsty ...

For this enigmatic journey ...

worth it ... and much ...

 so crazy together ...


... Now I can only,

. To pay in installments,

 as consuming journey ...

 I had to sell ...

my beloved car "gluons" ...

... But this, believe me I do ...

With great joy ...




                                                                                  Daniel H Guasti

                                                                                 pisulinoal@yahoo.com.

          

"The Dark Goddess , Tango"

                                       “The dark Goddess , Tango”

                                                                     (tango)


Quiet, out of the bar,

 as in a dream.,

 in a strange loneliness,

 of a starry night.


I had the feeling, floating,

 through the streets magical

I could never imagine,

 what would happen,

 when I crossed the square.

I felt a voice,

right next to the source,

it appeared that woman.

Curled up and naked.

 and saying ...

- please see-.. ..


As I approached,

 I thought I saw a monument.

 a goddess brunette.

 as though it were Venus,

A perfect body.

as drawn,

  more exalted by the artist.


I saw her dead cold.

 then I took it as a child,

heated in my arms,

 I felt down stairs,

 as coming from heaven,

 Much was my thrill.

 when she said,

-let me go to sleep,

 run away from my destination.

of a world cursed...

 by an infamous love,

that comes under my horror-.

I told him if ... because ...

 in my fiction, or worship,

I no longer knew who he was ...

 or if that's true ...



But I tell you...

 I had never seen,

  a woman so beautiful.

I could hear the music more sublime,

 similar to a chorus of angels ambiguous

  When she spoke,

 in my delirium ...


Suddenly a noise ... intruder.

 finally woke up,

 and I was,

 in the same bar,

 at the same table I remembered ...

You did not know which

dreams of settling in,

If hers,

 or mine ... I fit ...


... Good luck ... I saw the sun rise on the street,

 when I looked through the glass,

It was then ...

What brought me back the breath ...

... but ... not my dream ...

                                                             Daniel H Guasti

"Hologram , Tango"

                                                       "Hologram , Tango"

                                                                                   (tango)

 

 

 

 

On an undulating curtain "quantum"

. three "gnomes" brazen.

In the air entered without impudence,

. with humor "desirous".

The three-dimensional projected

. before my cries ...

It stands your figure etheric

. subtle rays before my eyes.

I'll show up in uncertain "holograms"

. stingy pit mystery.

In my mind the "complex number"

. and "gigs" of a balanced equation to "zero" ...

 

Empty of matter and body,

. you mock up of my astonishment.

Restlessness of the mystic mystery

. while I'm going crazy.

You will be the effect of alcohol,

. that night I drank it desperately ...

Particles diffuse you. beauty

. and in my heart the bitter blow ...

Maybe I'll be dreaming about your dream ....

Perhaps this dreaming for '...

 

In the end I deserved collapse

. for not having Forgive 'on time.

Now assume much less

. of subordinarte to my whims.

Your architecture is d'another stick

. and dissipates over time.

In fact at times I lose,

. and your "hologram" ... my balance ...

 

From your peculiarities and do not bother me,

. begging to be a dream.

It's like you would edify '

. strange gods enigmatic.

I can see your figure mocking

Beckoning me with your charm.

I run in my futile quest,

. as trapped inside your mirror ...

 

 

 

Will my error as sidereal

. to deserve such horror.

Humor trickster and deaf

. I tie your long braids.

And I lost in tears

.  my madness like a “bufoso” ...

 

No !!... see you revere as a goddess ...

You do not see what I am suffering!

I want to hug ..

and no case.

I can not ... there is nothing ...

I stretch my arms ...

And always follow long ...

 

 
“bufoso”: a gun
 

 

 

                                                                        Daniel H Guasti

"The Woman in my dream".. to my daugther Daniela Andrea Guasti

                                   "The woman in my dream"
                                                                           poem ...to my daughter Daniela Andrea Guasti


The woman of my dream,
I've never tried,
It is always very generous,
and when my despair is rife,
she graciously appears ..
I never set out to analyze,
for fear that I leave,
Only accompanying me,
not only ignores me ...

She is beautiful, elegant,
But I have dispelled memories
its definitive figure ..
I could not define its terms,
I know it's pretty, brunette, not skinny,
medium height, blue eyes,
  lives in the street "Timoteo Gordillo",
between "Alberdi" and "Bragado"... (Buenos Aires) ...

It's a perfect woman
the ethereal being ...
Or perhaps, not be miserable,
as reality,
... no ... the surrounding ...
Sweet and soft as a flower,
friendly and jovial ..
He speaks to the ear,
from time to time,
and whispers words
then I forgot ...

I can attest,
that I block his presence,
your company and nobility ..
and my great dependence ...
I never asked,
of my achievements and successes,
or failures, or money ...
When she is,
life becomes more viable to me ..
... Easier ...
And when I ask for help,
I am up by giving,
She appears much given,
never fails me ...

   A true angel
of my subconscious,
protects me ...
And is not desired, as all,
she calls me ...
It helps me to walk,
Dream after dream, ..
I learned to desire,
I could not live without it ..
is an infinite certainty ...

There are days like everyone else,
that I ...
I begin to doubt God,
but immediately,
I get this thought ...
Who will be created? ...
but God ... who? ...
I have no ...
Another explanation ...

                                                    ing. Daniel H Guasti

"Constellations , Tango"

   

                                                      "Constellations, Tango"

                                                                                (tango)

Which star will be ...

The mythical shadow of your eyes.

I seek as a treasure,

. in the depths of infinity.

In the distance I lost,

. the most absolute love.

Justifies me a pain

  and vice populate the time ...


In the broad spectrum of my dream,

never going to be just a burning memory.

With you I could overcome

  the whole enigma of the universe.

I, who was always incredulous

  I attended certainty.

Decontextualized feat

. of sospecharte in immensity.

Your temporary exile resist,

all I miss you.


I sent a probe of joy,

  with my Tango more ally.

I sing your song of little,

  and you ... you're next to me.

Your eyes are black holidays

  " agüita" clear as spring water.

The disloyalty of my destiny I'm gone,

  when I think of your presence.

Not having this deficiency,

  I'm not going to celebrate ...


Which constellation will ...

 " shiting"  of laughter ...

You that you have "precise"

  tell me when you come back ...

I will wait very happy at the party,

. "Milonga" of the past ...

Disconnected and the Cosmos ...

You will be like gold in the neighborhood ...


Down here the reasons and fear,

  are "paving" to everything.

Feel your voice ... is my best gift

  with your cheery smile as an advance.

The "neutrinos" are setting the pace,

and from a constellation send me a text ...

I feel it in my own "aura" ....

Clear indication of what I'm saying ...

                                                                           Daniel H Guasti

"agüita" : small water ...