"Coloraturas, Tango"
(tango)
This lucid voice that rises and falls,
as a blowing my "Contrasoprano old"
This is what my unconscious record ...
And it offsets your presence.
In the "lutes" of your pure soul
the happy fingerboard bursts.
With a situation of having "coloratura" ...
Your desired "Aria" ... sing ...
The song of your return,
the "descant" of your beauty.
It is my self-assurance that overshoot,
and encourages hope.
It haunts me in my uncertain days
with the shadows of a stubborn moon.
Madness always arises,
when there is a woman in conflict ...
Sweet voices and miraculous
. "Coloratura" of a "prosperous romance" ...
When the reasons are trapped,
a bird sings its agony.
We have not had time,
for rebirth of our apathy ...
The fantasy is always looking for a song,
where kicking their "stereos" ...
Now ... only I was in doubt,
if my wish will be fulfilled.
Imponderable is the future ...
And unknown miracle.
But, I am multiplying "four" ...
The most sought-after illusion
Maybe ... this time I have the "joke"
very akin to life ...
It is my unattainable utopia ...
Your back ... and back the dawn ...
Daniel H Guasti
pisulinoal@yahoo.com.ar
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