(Tango)
Cracks ... I cut like a cruel knife ...
Cracks ... faithful Havoc utopia thwarted ...
There was a large crack in my soul,
when I knew that was impossible.
My disquisitions unsustainable ...
They had to do, "violin bag" ...
Now, my "berretín" is distorted ...
As a "spring" rudimentary.
The "dique" that I assign,
"Lost" to pretend your hand.
You post on the other, side of "crack"
And only I can see ... your photo ...
Everything in this "epic" is chaotic,
And we are all somehow "penitents".
Sometimes ... you have to understand, you can not,
with women we have dreamed.
Only God knows the "bard"
and what we are going to get.
The "match" is not going to get,
but you, you show your "valence" highest.
The micro that you took at the stop ...
Each time, away more ...
One ... always meant to be the "goldsmith" artisanal
from erratic future.
Although spring water extract ...
No, you can bless the "free will".
Desires, never serve as shelter,
Winter in your excited.
The "cracks" will just bail on the "board" ...
what the "random", you are assigned ...
When you've good "in band" ...
when "afanaron" you
until the last hope ...
And I do not want ... not even ...
Brand new shoes ...
Daniel H Guasti
"Berretín = illusion
"Afanaron" = stolen
"Dique" = fantasy // pisulinoal@yahoo.com.ar
No hay comentarios:
Publicar un comentario