(Tango)
The "descant" wandering in my melancholy, has analogies
with that flower that I remember.
It opens and closes in a desolate field,
looking for someone to revere their chronic nightmares.
Born in the mansion melody.
in the vast serene night.
Notes consonants in your mouth,
in the shadows of a enrramada
The sublime music notes distributed.,
with the healthy twin object.
"Adept" counterpoints "which got class
in the suburb, apesumbrado.
They took to the guitar the soft glow,
judgmental and "silence".
The "silence" more arrogant,
the singing, as none.
And your face playing in that picture prestigious
that is completing the good memories ...
The "descant" of your singing broken
. I always look into my soul ...
"Brunette" ... hair dark night
accumulation time, invites you ...
That I understand the history,
and the "Corso " in which I'm involved.
The "existential vacuum" is a fantasy perennial
that always makes us "step on the stick" ...
For me, the only absolute is your sweet breath ...
And your deep black eyes ...
I join you with a "descant" pilgrim ...
Among spacious and fervent "crescendos" ...
Daniel H Guasti
"corso" = place of carnaval pisulinoal@yahoo.com.ar
No hay comentarios:
Publicar un comentario