"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
(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
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