(tango) to "Mimita" .. Maria Luisa Anido ...
Inspired by his "Three Preludes Nostalgic"
And those eyes that lasted ...
circulating through my mind ... Far eagerly.
With a boundless blue,
the wide sky that you hide inside you.
Perhaps it will not be, this ...
Your perfect ploy.
To consolidate my fascination ...
Or for you, my resignation ...
Ayy! ... If I could make myself invisible to your eyes,
and haunt you forever.
That distance today I inferred,
be lost forever.
Like that "dissonant chorus"
that melts in the score ...
The "distance" is becoming bronze
if melancholy, is pathetic.
Smite the center of hope
to become a fading horizon ...
The notes are singing in a "basso continuo" pushy ...
my tears, but plaintive.
It corrupts the speech ungrateful
with the possibility of no return.
That is why, during the night,
my despair always grows ...
Making jokes at my destination.
creating in my room, the mess,
Of dreams unfulfilled ...
From what we need ... roads and duties ...
The guitar sings with strings "on the air"
and strives to oneiric.
The verse is making "dry wicker"
vines in my destination ...
What I feel for you ...
both what we mean ..
There are false analogies ...
or stories, other times ...
Do not give me praises of nostalgia,
As burn! ... the inside ...
Maybe your absence is necessary,
to discover on your "remoteness" ....
My short, wisdom ...
And it has not already, remedy ...
Daniel H Guasti
pisulinoal@yahoo.com.ar
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