(Tango)
... To my daughter Daniela. Andrea Guasti
The gentle dawn blows elves,
And spreads throughout the neighborhood.
And flower gardens,
Are popping their delicious perfume.
Spend a "Kurdish" and the dumps,
Under the shy birds singing.
Deletes the distant night "berretín"
Of a woman in her twilight ...
Stands a fog dissipated,
And sidewalks ceases melancholy.
Ghosts and retire,
With the purr of a ditch.
A "cabbie" missed passes,
Seeking a voice in solidarity.
The remote surrendered without laughter "make flag."
And champagne on the table was empty ...
Only remains of gibberish,
And echo outdated remnant of happiness ...
The corners ambushes,
Stop "tajear" the shadows.
A dim light sweeps the block,
With a desire to "bludgeon" ...
The "bellows" of the "gringo" is silent,
And outdoor "comic" their notes ...
My quarrelsome neighbor,
. Already watering your plants.
The "wildcard" that someone dreamed,
Will have cut... with scissors ...
The dim lights that pass through the grapevine,
Deleted the last stars as "doodle".
The patio begins to long,
That romance in your stage ...
The Sweet Smell of generous wine,
Evaporates into the air like smoke ...
.. The "smoke" of a failed '"Taura"
It was swallowing a picture ...
Last carambola "luxury"
Through the glass darkly ...
"The bar" expresses the celebration corresponded,
. Fighting to keep ... exalted ...
Sidewalks and judicious silence,
The last stragglers Tangos ...
Today .. I feel I'm alive,
Despite your clear eyes so ungrateful ...
With my soul marked "townsman"
And with a vague illusion under the arm,
I also recall ...
The young sun ... and this spying ...
And drink your Sunday while ...
"Taura" = buster
"berretín" = fantasy
"tajear" = To cut
"carambola" = "french billar" ...is playing... in the Buenos Aires neigborhood
Daniel H Guasti -
pisulinoal@yahoo.com.ar
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