"Complex Matrices , Tango"

                                           "Complex Matrices, Tango"
                                                                              (tango)



Each hit me ...
You I celebrate it.
Steel weave the fabric ...
your "Complex Matrix."
Encolumnado are notes,
your unknowns more obscene.
For a woman of his dreams ...
The dedication is always worth ...

  It gets inside you Tango ...
in the interiors of your abyss.
Weave a web of fine thread,
that it address me in my fall.
I have overcome intervention,
I hope that you do not give in at all.
And "curti" all my energies,
and recently, I had to surrender.
I stand in a distant ...
As a shy elf "cabotage"
Spying for a moment,
  internal cracks that you hide from me ...
With a detailed discussion of "algebraic"
I will satisfy my elusive claims ...

On a board too large ...
I write all your "unknowns.
The ones I know well that captivate you,
encolumno in a row the
The lies that I reveal ...
the fear that you definitely go.
So I built my "Complex Matrix" ...
From "X dimensions."
I have fear that I give up ...
Then will solve this "Matrix" ...
In order to deceive ...

"curtí" = I spent
                                                                                          Daniel H Guasti

"Matrices Complejas , Tango"

 

                                                                                            V. Kandisky
                                                         
                                                            “Matrices Complejas , Tango”

                                                                                               (tango)

Cada acierto mío…

Que tu me lo festejas.

Van tejiendo la inoxidable tela…

de tu “Matriz Compleja”.

Se van encolumnado las notas,

tus incógnitas mas obscenas.

Por una mujer soñada …

El esmero siempre vale la pena…

Es el Tango que se entrevera…

en los interiores de tu abismo.

Teje una red de hilo fino,

para que me ataje en mi caída.

Tengo una intervención vencida,

esperando que tu no me cedas nada.

Ya “curtí” todas mis energías,

y poco , me quedó para entregarte.

Me planto en un lugar distante…

Como un tímido duende de “cabotaje”

Espiando por un instante,

 las grietas internas que tu me escondes…

Con un debate muy “algebraico”,

saciaré mis inasibles pretensiones…

En un tablero demasiado grande…

yo escribo todas tus “incógnitas.

Las que yo sé bien que te cautivan,

las encolumno en una fila

Las mentiras que me revelas…

el temor de que  definitivamente tu te vayas.

Por eso yo construí mi “Matriz Compleja”…

De “equis dimensiones”.

Tengo miedo de que me abandones…

Entonces resolveré esta “Matriz”…

Aunque sea , solo...Para poder engañarme…

                                                                                      

  Daniel H Guasti
pisulinoal@yahoo.com.ar

"Uchrony , Tango"

                                           "Uchrony, Tango"

                                                                 (tango)




I opened the great door impassable,

  and now I have to fantasize.

In my biography you already are a part,

. to change my past trivial.

The impostures of refuse,

  the throw on the floor of happiness,

  Now, I can weave virtuality,

  without having to ask permission acceptable ...


The deceptive sorrows,

I have already left behind.

Paste the "jump dimensional"

  in the false date of "Uchrony".

My self-esteem will grow ...

Delete my insecurity ...

I am a kite flying high,

  which shall never lower ...


My "trades" and your infidelity,

  and I are anecdotal.

They lost the unfair price in the windows

at a time .. recyclable.

Now, all I find it more feasible,

  and my demerits are not anachronistic.

Being next to you is unbelievable,

  my dreams, I had anticipated.

The Merry dried flowers of yesteryear,

  become more reliable ...


The symphony broke more somber melodies,

  to disturbing silence all the notes.

Future will be like allegories,

  masked abstraction.

I can see the bright ray of sunshine.

that looms in our fiction ...

We will live in seclusion, there,

  as images without reason ...

Where punishment is confused ...

  renunciation Lawless ...

I will not have to ask for more forgiveness ...

  In the courtyard of my nostalgic romancing ...

                                                                        Daniel H Guasti

"The Roan Ausel "... milonga surera

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                                                    "The Roan Ausel" (Milonga surera)
                                                                      (milonga)


They say they have seen,

  passed by a true suburb.

After fighting a tangle,

and two, while ....

His unique voice was the knife,

  and Prudentius with pride ...


The danger was always his friend,

but to me, ask me.

Revered him, just in case,

  in the streets ... or committee.

Former sidekick of socialists,

whys and played without ...


His sentence was a mess,

  with the same woman judge.

   Since  there always had to flee,

and no one knew where he went ...

Never bothered the courage,

  with tied character with pin ...


Many have used him,

  for walking as a poster.

They were protected his side,

  like he was "San Gabriel".

His spade was the purest,

and friendship, to enrich ...


See it in a "milonga"

was a scene at the bottom.

By "eight" in a tango

  recorded shadows on the wall.

Always chose the "naifa" most beautiful,

  and made him round till dawn ...



  One time .... some bad men wrinkled,

  when I pretended to be his friend.

I was giving explanations,

  and I knelt like a king ...

They swore... not make more mistakes,

  to not to look at the card ...


  Still at today... looks for justice

  to walk 'I know ...

We have planted some crimes,

  who was going to stop ...

Best ... take care... brother, ...

  if someone sees you... near him ...

        "naifa" = younger girl   

        "roan" = horse mane and tail clearer than the rest of its coat       
        "milonga" = argentine folk of de south country                                                                    Daniel H Guasti

"CATUCHA , TANGO"

                                                           "CATUCHA"

                                              (Tango). / /. (Inspired by the homonymous poem)

Think Catucha,.

  is like thinking of an orchid,

You can make a song,

  with spites ... romance ...

Disappointments ... love perverse.

  that it ... was part ..


Two big eyes light brown,

  as made ​​from honey.

Framed in a fund,

  painted dark ...

"Morocha Argentina",

  Queen of the irreverent ...

With your charms goddess

  you sigh with your smile,

  to the busts in the markets,

  to the mannequins in the windows.


To all, let's seal,

  left us a piece of you,

  to each of us.

He was dressed provocatively, without flushing,.

and as the rainbow.

  she always painted ...

He spoke well bitten,

  as a Buenos Aires de Fuste.

The spent deslumbraos ...

  with his eyes ...

  when she walked,

  licentious, the neighborhood ...


It was more quick mind,

  that lightning in the storm.

His experience was based on the street,

  more complete philosophy ..

We all became intoxicated with its sweetness,

was our most loyal confidant ...

  the mother ... transgressive and clandestine ...

What! ... taught us,.

the intricacies of life,

Protected us ... and much,

Catucha! ...

That mine ... good! ....


"mine" = a woman
"Morocha" = woman whit black hair
                                                                   Daniel H Guasti

"Lemniscate , Tango"

                                                "Lemniscate, Tango"

                                                                             (tango)

I run like crazy ...

Wanting to get rid of you.

But I begin to pretend,

the heavy chains of my sentence.

Freedom is a liar,

because always the same "coordinates", I come back.

I walk the "infinity symbol" as a prisoner,

to recur in your beauty.

A cell very "mocking" I expected ...

Like who expected a "pledge" ...

Domesticaste and my own reality,

to captivate me again.

   

All I vulneraste borders,

for "eyectarme" to this splendor.

But I travel this "curve" with healthy humility,

but always return to the same point ....

As a "yo-yo" glass

that comes and goes very obedient.

  If you broke... the last bridge,

I suggested to my destination.

I feel surrounded by pure vacuum

and I repeat myself innocently ...

When you assigned me direction ...

 
I stick with resignation I ...

You can never detach from a virtual baby,

I know it well ... and I admit it.

Just in case I left recorded in the hard granite,

my weaknesses, and my name ...

Maybe someone have mercy on the future history,

with these "equations" that draw the "curve" ...

Know that there was a being who never gave up ...

the imprevisilidades of his frustrated "epic".

With a declining pride ...

broke into a "abscissa" his head ...

"yo-yo" = a toy

                                                                               Daniel H Guasti

"Lemniscata , Tango"

                                   “Lemniscata , Tango”

                                                                            (tango)

Corro …como enloquecido…

Queriéndome librar de Ti.

Pero ya comienzan a fingir,

las duras cadenas de mi condena.

La libertad es una embustera,

porque siempre a las mismas “coordenadas” , yo regreso.

Recorro el “símbolo infinito” , como un preso,

para reincidir en tu belleza.

Una celda muy “burlona” me espera…

Como quién espera una “prenda”…

Ya domesticaste mi propia realidad,

para que me vuelvas a cautivarme.

 Todas las fronteras me vulneraste,

para “eyectarme” a esta fastuosidad.

Sin embargo yo recorro esta “curva” con sana humildad,

pero , siempre regreso al mismo punto….

Como un “yo-yo” de vidrio,

que va y viene muy obediente.

Le quebraste el último puente,

que le sugerí a mi destino.

Me siento rodeado de puro vacío,

y me repito inocentemente…

Al rumbo que me asignaste…

con resignación yo me ciño…

Nunca podré de Ti despegarme de un virtual cariño,

Lo sé bien … y lo admito.

Por las dudas yo dejé grabado en el duro granito,

mis debilidades ,  y mi nombre…

Quizás alguien se apiade en la futura historia ,

con éstas ”ecuaciones” que trazan la “curva”…

Sabrán que existió un ser que nunca renunció…

a la imprevisilidades de su frustrada “gesta”.

Con un declinante orgullo…

se rompió contra una “abcisa”  su cabeza…

                                                                              Daniel H Guasti

"Doubt , Tango"

                                                   "Doubt, Tango"

                                                                                        (tango)





I have been told not to insist ...

But the window of my room.

  I see a light that is cast,

  and saves me from insanity.

I well, I know you are coming,

  and I was not going to let "plantao '".


Whenever I make up a quote ...

In order to have an excuse ...

I whisper the sources of the courtyards,

  and soft perfume of the azaleas.

Every so often I guess,.

where my tears have made ​​pool ...


In the walls of the neighborhood,

  I see your smile that makes boasts.

"Cacho" piece of copper,

. where the moon always mirrors.

And I lit up inside,

  the dream that I intend ...

The stars give me comfort,

  with my clear obsession licentious ...


It hit me the vile question

. if she finally surrender in my arms,

One with nothing entertains,

when you begin to grieve ...

If she is coming,

  or I'll be in the discordant and fantasy.

I feel that traffic lights chistan ...

-Crazy ... do not be "gil"

  and Abandon one, with this "bardo" - ...


But I do not move me ...

I continue with my crazy ...

The wind from the side I'm crazy ...

  and I always with this nonsense,

  Deep inside of me "mate" ....

Keeping me too "efe" ...

Here I am ... waiting,

. and passion who hopes to finish it ...

 
 "plantao'" = planted
 "gil" = silly
 "Cacho" = piece
 "Bardo"  = hard problem                                                             
"Mate" = head
"efe" = faith 
                                                                         Daniel H Guasti

"Density of probabilities , Tango"

                                            "Density of probabilities, Tango"
                                                                                     (tango)




I have that chance,
to win this game.
With a rhetorical discourse,
yesterday it discurseé as a philosopher.
You know my intentions ...
Now it's up to you ...
Give me a refund,
no pretensions to "divo" ...

Gamble is never superfluous,
when I know what I do.
I put my embarrassment aside,
and fought as a "gladiator" naked
Nobody will find me frustrated,
if I have to lose.
With my boldness I will protect,
to bet good staff.
If I do not repeat,
is because I portrayed a Costao '...
Same ... that "political pimp" ...
And within a "Gauss bell" ...

The "Density equations" ...
Only approaching you.
The other is the "causality"
that define the run.
We will have to be patient,
and await the outcome.
It raises my "equations"
but here ... there is accurate.
When it comes to feelings ...
The numbers are just a "joke."
I have everything "encryption" ...
I only need "escolasearme" ...
It is best to implore ...
Well, that's ill-advised ...

"Escolasearme" = play me
                                                                                 Daniel H Guasti

"Densidad de Probabilidades , Tango"

                                “Densidad de Probabilidades , Tango”

                                                                                    (tango)

Que probabilidades tengo,

de ganar este juego.

Con un discurso retórico,

que ayer lo discurseé como filósofo.

Ya conoces mis intensiones…

Ahora te toca a Ti…

Otorgarme la devolución,

sin pretensiones de “divo”…

Jugármela no es nunca superfluo,

cuando yo sé por qué lo hago.

Pongo mi vergüenza a un lado,

y peleo como un “gladiador” al desnudo

Nadie me va a encontrar frustrado,

si me toca perder.

Con mi osadía me voy a proteger,

al apostar bien cayado.

Si es que  yo no repito,

será porque me retrataron a un costao’…

Mismo… que “alcahuete de político”…

Y dentro de una “Campana de Gauss”…

Las “Ecuaciones de la Densidad”…

Solo te aproximan.

Lo otro es la “causalidad”,

lo que define la carrera.

Habrá que tener paciencia,

y esperar el resultado.

Ya plantee mis “ecuaciones”,

pero aquí lo certero… no existe.

Cuando de sentimientos se trata …

Los números son solo ,  un “chiste”.

Tengo todo “cifrado”…

Solo me hace falta “escolasearme”…

Es mejor que implorarte…

Pues , eso es poco recomendado…

                                                                                Daniel H Guasti

"The lanscape that I am not saw , Tango"

                                            "The landscape that I am not saw, Tango"

                                                                                    (tango)




The more subtle landscape ...

almost never shown.

We must take the guess work,

Why not discover, outside ...

I thought I had a lot of mileage on the highway,

but I am a "fool" in "tricycle."

Who could suspect you,

so nobly together ...


It's because I was distracted,

And other women I cheated ....

I was exhausted at my feet ...

I lost by indifference.

With my bad records ...

I have fallen "given" in reverse.

Now ... very annoying ...

Well I know I should have sung ... "ass" ...

Much I will miss,

to redeem me ...


One always gets lost in a maze,

if not walking awake.

Late arrivals are just awful ...

when you know they deserve.

They escape as fleeting events,

like leaves is carried and wind.

Wanting to turn the past ...

It's a very naive thought ...

Many think ...

And we regret the lesson.


We struggle to do well the bow,

the gift that is not appreciated.

We know that we can not reject,

because we escaped the moment.

Today with just cries ...

I'm not building anything ...

Perhaps in a lonely corner,

I find it again ....

I am looking for a "pampering" ...

I go to "data" ...

                                                                   Daniel H Guasti

"El paisaje que yo no ví , Tango"

                                   “El  paisaje que yo no ví , Tango”

                                                                                   (tango)

El paisaje mas sutil…

casi nunca se muestra.

Hay que tomarse el trabajo de adivinarlo,

Porque no se descubre ,  afuera…

Yo creía tener mucho kilometraje en la carretera,

pero soy un “bobo” en “triciclo”.

Quién pudo sospechar contigo,

tanta nobleza junta…

Es porque estuve distraído,

Y con otra mujeres yo me engañé….

Te tenía rendida a mis pies…

Te perdí por indiferente.

Con mis malos expedientes…

me han caído los “dados” al revés.

Ahora …con mucho fastidio…

Yo se bien que tendría que haber cantado …”culo”…

Mucho me va a faltar,

para redimirme conmigo…

Uno siempre se pierde en un laberinto,

si es que no camina despierto.

Las llegadas tardes son un espanto…

cuando uno sabe que se merecen.

Se escapan como hechos fugaces,

como hojas que se lleva el viento.

Querer dar vuelta el pasado…

Es un pensamiento muy ingenuo…

Muchos lo pensamos…

Y nos pesa el escarmiento.

Nos cuesta hacer bien el moño,

al regalo que no agradecimos.

Sabemos que ya no podemos rechazarlo,

porque se nos fugó el momento.

Hoy con solo lamentos…

Yo no edifico nada…

Quizás en una esquina solitaria,

yo me la encuentre de nuevo….

Estoy buscando un “mimo”…

Para que me pase “el dato”…

                                                                  Daniel H Guasti
                                                                  pisulinoal@yahoo.com.ar

"The Seedling , Tango"

                                          "The Seedling , Tango"

                                                                (tango)

This afternoon I wait,

the flowers look like suns ...

This afternoon the birds,

say hello in songs ....

I parao 'in a corner,

. very anxious to see you ...

 
If they knew my delight,

  just thinking about your green eyes ...

I watch the clock very quiet,

and the agreed schedule just happened ...

It is known that a woman

  not characterized by punctual ...

Now ... people ... the cars,

  begin to seem annoying ...

I start to get a little nervous,

  clock and an eye bag ...

While I entertain,

  looking at some business ...

 
In whose glass I reflect,

unwilling gestures ...

For suspicius  'I worry a little,

not that I think will not come to the meeting ...

No ... I know it will come,

I try to be relaxed... and unhurried ...

Better call it by phone,

but find that I forgot the phone ...

Public telephones here there is not,

  rain .... and I start to despair ...

Already done at night,

but to protect me ... and I got wet ...

 
It was two hours,

Pessimism begins to beat me ....

It's ten o'clock at night,

  took the decision to become ...

The groups did not stop,

until the lights seem to mock ...

telling me...yo are a silly...

                                                                   Daniel H Guasti

"Policromatismos , Tango"

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                                                  "Policromatismos Tango"


                                                                                       (tango)




When I think of you ...

  "piantan" to me... all colors.

Rainbow of your surroundings,

"Collage" furious emotions ...

Symphony of gay flowers,

  "Policromatismos" in my mind.

Suggestive qualities,

see your face painted in oil ...

I was fascinated with your face

  as a devotee of your blue eyes ...


"Wavelengths" nonprofit,

  I slip through my cracks.

And in my heart always the prism,

  you "diffracted" as a goddess.

Strong memory of my youth,

  that every so often you preach.

True bounce my band

  to go covering penalties.

Your colors boldly dance,

  to give me energy phosphorescent,

In the Moon when in you are encouraged,

and decomposes ray suggestive ...


Happy Howl night

  dream ... my dream buddy ...

Your presence is unbeatable,

  and rage in my head.

They are like colorful butterflies

  orbiting within my delusions.

Each blowing their "chromatic"

  each, with his lucid nostalgia ...

And in my fateful early morning you uncover me ...

 painting to you in one of my windows ...


"piantan" = get off

                                                                          Daniel H Guasti