(Tango)
The sleepy afternoon packed his calm migrant ...
And declined in the yard, red.
As abdicate forward beam,
that he proposed the warm sun ...
A hug preceded me, welcome,
A woman, whose name I do not know.
I drew her beautiful eyes,
as the magnet to steel.
Tango sang plaintive guitar a ...
Leaving a melody, floating down the aisle ...
The afternoon and left the ship,
to "Elves", address it.
Someone tried his bet copper
and the entire Universe, it fooled ...
Life manifests in pain,
rarely, in the boundless joy ...
One always loses "change" ...
If you try to "trade" with the moon ...
That full moon creeping through the grass,
and charms, at night.
Duties that are not waste,
when it comes, of simple love.
The afternoon ... and is the past ...
And night sidesteps the rosebush.
Circle ... a vital question ...
That then starts to fade.
Defeat the night, without a shudder,
the melancholy gray, captive ...
E hypnotizes vulnerability
those girls attractive ...
The afternoon ... he's gone ...
They are more emphatic, my prudence ...
Moon tireless, relentless touring that deleting sentences
and hiding.... just around the corner ...
Daniel H Guasti
pisulinoal@yahoo.com.ar
