“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
(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
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