"Pas de Deux, the young love"
(Romance)
... (To my daughter -Daniela Andrea Guasti)
Jonathan Bell ... drinking alone ...
in the table of an old "pub" in London ...
"The Blue Sky"
around "Holland Park" ...
He noted ... soon to end,
bottle of "scotch" ...
It only remained,
few drinks ...
I thought with concern ..
in "Sally" ... His great love ...
in figure ... deep blue eyes ...
Also ... incomprehensible in their attitudes ...
Which, had been adrift ...
... Surprised by his rudeness,
Wandering through the elegant streets,
surrounding "Holland Park" ...
There praying while thinking of her in "Saint Paul"
few hours before ...
He could not guess,
a destination with Sally ...
I chose possibilities in meditation,
as in a hypothetical game of chess ...
He feared a rupture,
what worried him enough ...
You could not imagine life without Sally ...
The previous day saw her leave,
to the west of England
To the home of her aunt ... in "Bath"
and no return date
So many troubles lurking,
Jonathan poor ...
Observed meditative
through the stained glass,
an elegant window "pub"
a transparent stained glass,
Maybe ... trying to find Sally,
between the drizzly night,
Abbotsbury Road ...
Meanwhile relaxed ... between thoughts,
would fall asleep ...
. With arms resting on his head,
on some of the English oak tables,
of "The Blue Sky" ...
Perhaps it helped a little,
had drunk so ...
He fell asleep as a child ...
cradled in his mother's soft singing ...
While ... in his sleep,
he felt that a beautiful lady,
I touched his shoulder ...
A ballerina and dressed,
I was invited to dance,
a "Pas de Deux" ...
As he wrapped a music sublime,
maybe ... "Tchaikovsky" ... maybe "Delibes" ...
He was not precisely
a ballet dancer ...
But, you know ...
in dreams ...
these things happen ...
Immediately discovered with joy,
that the dancer was ...
Nothing less ... Sally ...
They made both the "entrée" corresponding
In a scenario that was the same room,
but with the tables,
and chairs separate
sideways,
except ... the poor man's Jonathan,
just sleeping ...
in the center of the stage.
The "Adagio" was felt and passionate,
Like ... to like his own relationship ...
In the first "variations ... did,
accurate "promenades" and "pirouettes"
as seasoned dancers.
nimble like vines,
hands and pure love ...
with "raised", soft and slow,
and supported on a floor of white clouds ..
Every now and then ... they came,
to make fun of Jonathan ...
That was still asleep,
on the coffee table ...
Without taking account of anything,
in the makeshift stage ...
"A couple of" dream "...
He mocked his "dreamer" ...
Jonathan gave the appearance.,
endorsed the dance ...
with a fervent immediacy ...
A dream ... does not now,
for reflections or questions,
things ... just happen ...
Are known to have dreams ...
an incomprehensible God,
and has no need of our faith,
because we are committed ...
ourselves ...
as if we were obedient toys ...
Then in the "coda" end
both wore,
first like two dancers,
the "Covent Garden" ...
They ended with calm and precision,
two qualified professionals ...
At the moment ... Sally was when ...
back to touch his shoulder,
from behind ...
But to wake up ... he discovered,
Sally was not exactly ...
Who touched his shoulder,
but a small, stocky man man
and profuse whiskers ...
Mr. Atkins was ... the owner of the place.
. With a white apron tied around his waist, ..
and broom in hand ...
was inviting him kindly,
to withdraw ...
Awake ... remained absorbed ...
after midnight ...
It was time to go ...
He looked around the empty tables,
with the banks supported,
and turned ...
Could hear sounds of glasses,
the end of the night ...
heralding as bells,
than one, not deseóterminar,
someone ... was washing in the kitchen ...
Jonathan picked up his coat with a serene calm
his umbrella, hat ...
And as a gentleman,
greeted with apologies,
thanking Mr. Atkins ...
Immediately thought ...
Do not lose the "Metro Central"
at "Sheperd's Bush"
versus "Holland Park".
. Finished his step ...
It was very peaceful ...
Under the drizzle,
the silence of the London night ..
Tube infinite certainty ...
nothing ... no one ...
and was going to separate ...
of his beloved Sally ...
As he had played ...
the symbolic "Pas de Deux" ...
As a favorable revelation ....
Sometimes the destination is true ....
felt in his soul infinite security ...
... Very good omen ....
Daniel H. Guasti
(Romance)
... (To my daughter -Daniela Andrea Guasti)
Jonathan Bell ... drinking alone ...
in the table of an old "pub" in London ...
"The Blue Sky"
around "Holland Park" ...
He noted ... soon to end,
bottle of "scotch" ...
It only remained,
few drinks ...
I thought with concern ..
in "Sally" ... His great love ...
in figure ... deep blue eyes ...
Also ... incomprehensible in their attitudes ...
Which, had been adrift ...
... Surprised by his rudeness,
Wandering through the elegant streets,
surrounding "Holland Park" ...
There praying while thinking of her in "Saint Paul"
few hours before ...
He could not guess,
a destination with Sally ...
I chose possibilities in meditation,
as in a hypothetical game of chess ...
He feared a rupture,
what worried him enough ...
You could not imagine life without Sally ...
The previous day saw her leave,
to the west of England
To the home of her aunt ... in "Bath"
and no return date
So many troubles lurking,
Jonathan poor ...
Observed meditative
through the stained glass,
an elegant window "pub"
a transparent stained glass,
Maybe ... trying to find Sally,
between the drizzly night,
Abbotsbury Road ...
Meanwhile relaxed ... between thoughts,
would fall asleep ...
. With arms resting on his head,
on some of the English oak tables,
of "The Blue Sky" ...
Perhaps it helped a little,
had drunk so ...
He fell asleep as a child ...
cradled in his mother's soft singing ...
While ... in his sleep,
he felt that a beautiful lady,
I touched his shoulder ...
A ballerina and dressed,
I was invited to dance,
a "Pas de Deux" ...
As he wrapped a music sublime,
maybe ... "Tchaikovsky" ... maybe "Delibes" ...
He was not precisely
a ballet dancer ...
But, you know ...
in dreams ...
these things happen ...
Immediately discovered with joy,
that the dancer was ...
Nothing less ... Sally ...
They made both the "entrée" corresponding
In a scenario that was the same room,
but with the tables,
and chairs separate
sideways,
except ... the poor man's Jonathan,
just sleeping ...
in the center of the stage.
The "Adagio" was felt and passionate,
Like ... to like his own relationship ...
In the first "variations ... did,
accurate "promenades" and "pirouettes"
as seasoned dancers.
nimble like vines,
hands and pure love ...
with "raised", soft and slow,
and supported on a floor of white clouds ..
Every now and then ... they came,
to make fun of Jonathan ...
That was still asleep,
on the coffee table ...
Without taking account of anything,
in the makeshift stage ...
"A couple of" dream "...
He mocked his "dreamer" ...
Jonathan gave the appearance.,
endorsed the dance ...
with a fervent immediacy ...
A dream ... does not now,
for reflections or questions,
things ... just happen ...
Are known to have dreams ...
an incomprehensible God,
and has no need of our faith,
because we are committed ...
ourselves ...
as if we were obedient toys ...
Then in the "coda" end
both wore,
first like two dancers,
the "Covent Garden" ...
They ended with calm and precision,
two qualified professionals ...
At the moment ... Sally was when ...
back to touch his shoulder,
from behind ...
But to wake up ... he discovered,
Sally was not exactly ...
Who touched his shoulder,
but a small, stocky man man
and profuse whiskers ...
Mr. Atkins was ... the owner of the place.
. With a white apron tied around his waist, ..
and broom in hand ...
was inviting him kindly,
to withdraw ...
Awake ... remained absorbed ...
after midnight ...
It was time to go ...
He looked around the empty tables,
with the banks supported,
and turned ...
Could hear sounds of glasses,
the end of the night ...
heralding as bells,
than one, not deseóterminar,
someone ... was washing in the kitchen ...
Jonathan picked up his coat with a serene calm
his umbrella, hat ...
And as a gentleman,
greeted with apologies,
thanking Mr. Atkins ...
Immediately thought ...
Do not lose the "Metro Central"
at "Sheperd's Bush"
versus "Holland Park".
. Finished his step ...
It was very peaceful ...
Under the drizzle,
the silence of the London night ..
Tube infinite certainty ...
nothing ... no one ...
and was going to separate ...
of his beloved Sally ...
As he had played ...
the symbolic "Pas de Deux" ...
As a favorable revelation ....
Sometimes the destination is true ....
felt in his soul infinite security ...
... Very good omen ....
Daniel H. Guasti
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