"Rain in my neighborhood , Tango"

                                              "Rain in my neighborhood, Tango"
                                                                                   (tango)
It rains in the neighborhood ...
Blues small flowers on the road.
Sea blue posies,
detached from old "havens".
Puddles on the sidewalk,
lights reflected on the floor.
And your going with your umbrella ....
Delirium, with your sweet perfume,
go through my window,
the thin curtain of rain ...

Oil, nostalgic ...
at night, worrying.
and my neighbor, unwavering,
in his living room, the piano ...
attempting a "Aria"
competing with the busy,
  song of the rain ...
Tango in the corner,
under a lamp,
crouched waiting ...
catching woes.
sorrows ... and nonsense ....

Are scattered in the street ...
Lights dim.
Only occur in the neighborhoods "locals"
and that there are comparative.
Buenos Aires undresses her magic,
never mean ... to nothing.
The cry of a lover,
mingles with the rain.
As water from the trench.
is dragging "the low" hopes ...
A car .. every so often happens,
  screeching his tires ...
in the wet street ...

And the cry repressed
of the "gargoyles" in the gallery,
my patio tiles,
Dark allegory,
inciting the storm ..
And that girl in love,
you are dreaming of you ...
and your distracted by the rain,
not even imagine it ...
In the neighborhood ... 
 Spring rain ... 


                                  Daniel H Guasti / pisulinoal@yahoo.com.ar