(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
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