"The painter and the painting , Tango"

                                               "The painter and the painting Tango"

                                                                                      (tango)

Each day he spent tedious,

  more ... is fascinated ...

  in the same picture he painted,

  with these bucolic sunsets ...

Dissolved all the useless arbitrariness

  to climb to his dream.

He pretended to be in there ...

To escape their reality ...

The misfortune was always his friend,

  where his erratic there was no luck.


The days passed, the seasons,

  the painful hours of the night.

And that picture penetrating

  he caught more smoothly ...

He thought maybe ... that art more vivid,

  he could be answered.

As always, Tango responds

  for the suffering their punishment ...


His dream was not as idealized

  thus much suffering reality.

Peace suddenly going ...

  and go to look for it among the junk ...

In a sad "tenement" ...

Are enthusiastic about their busy hands

  painting the vibrant purple,

  the nostalgic yellow

  the red fire of cold winter ...


One could tell stories, watch this,

  with this passionate story.

Last heard his music,

  with a melancholy guitars.

Then .. hit a big jump to the inside ...

And he opened his coveted "portal".

Only a few paintings left unfinished,

  a bunch of various bristle brushes.

A palette full of paint,

  and a farewell letter unfinished ...


But nobody ever saw,

  and filled his mailbox.

Only learned of what was his plan ...

and our logical disbeliefs ...

Maybe ... the thought of another life has been conciliatory ...

Maybe in another life ... but it just ...

                                                                                 Daniel H Guasti