"Forbidden Tango , tango"
(Tango)
Lust hit his slam marginalized ...
And there are two "Facebook", with the names changed.
A "prohibited Tango" has magnified
and among us, the secret accomplice.
There is an amoral Tango and reciprocal
that to both, we "screwed".
As the rope, clothing tends ...
That is very helpful, but hangs ...
Between the two distances no longer exist, short,
and cowardice, chose to rebel.
The area codes, lost their language,
against the onslaught of this treacherous history.
We went to a "deck" of cards,
with our "three aces clandestine".
We will remain, cautious,
just in case this is just a passing romance.
So will not know or "the mailman"
or all, of the "mob" of Barrio ...
The lustful momentum,
over, to overcome ...
In a field, both saw growth,
the "bitter weeds" of perfidy.
Wide scoop paddled to an island ...
in which we, from time to time.
In the end, you always find, if you go in the opposite,
of the old laws of life,
And in this, our relationship is not exempt,
and someday, it will explode, "the deschave" ...
The tense silence, is very "Ortiva"
and inside, destroys you.
We will show all the great "neon sign" ...
We will pay each of our own "karma".
Down here, the "horns", never missing
and constantly fun, the intrigues ...
Lies are always pathological ...
If one has to pay in installments ...
Daniel H Guasti
"Ortiva" =pimp
"deschave" =highlight pisulinoal@yahoo.com.ar
miércoles, 27 de febrero de 2013
"Tango prohibido , Tango"
“Tango prohibido , tango”
(tango)
La lujuria pegó , su marginado portazo…
Y hay dos “Facebook” , con los nombres cambiados.
Un “Tango prohibido” , se ha magnificado,
y entre nosotros , el cómplice secreto.
Existe un Tango amoral y recíproco,
que a ambos , nos “enrosca”.
Como la soga , que tiende la ropa…
Que es muy servicial , pero ahorca…
Entre los dos ya no existen distancias , cortas,
y la cobardía , optó por sublevarse.
Los códigos del barrio , perdieron su lenguaje ,
ante el embate de esta pérfida historia.
No nos fuimos a un “mazo” de barajas,
con nuestros “tres Ases clandestinos” .
Nos mantendremos , precavidos ,
por si acaso esto , es solo un romance pasajero.
Entonces , no se enterará ni “el cartero” ,
ni todas , las “Chusmas” del Barrio…
El lujurioso ímpetu,
terminó , por vencer…
En un campo , ambos vimos crecer ,
los “yuyos amargos” de la perfidia .
Remamos con pala ancha hacia una isla…
en la cual , nos vemos , cada tanto.
Al final , siempre te descubren , si vas a contramano,
de las antiguas leyes de la vida,
Y en esto , nuestra relación , no está exenta ,
y algún día , explotará , “el deschave”…
El tenso silencio , es muy “ortiva” ,
y por dentro , te destruye.
Le mostraremos a todos el gran “cartel de neones” …
Nos haremos cargo cada uno , de nuestro propio “karma”.
Aquí abajo , los “cuernos” , nunca faltan ,
y constantemente divierten , a las intrigas…
Las mentiras , siempre son patológicas , …
Si uno se dispone , a pagarlas en cuotas…
Daniel H Guasti
pisulinoal@yahoo.com.ar
lunes, 25 de febrero de 2013
"The time , I spent with you , Tango"
"The time I spent with you, Tango"
(Tango)
The time I spent with you ...
I could reach the sky with my hands.
Given their itineraries ... and hands,
elves, blushed.
The weight of the universe, whole,
I had not, imported.
The bear, unabashedly ...
Without even, anoticiado me ...
Forbidden, was "Dionysian"
the shed, with the smallest bias.
Assortment of knives,
all my recatos outmoded, fled.
Was evaporated in a single second,
the blinding rain incuriosa crystals.
I thought perhaps I was living a dream,
or dreamed it ...
Love, raging,
as the repeated waves of an ocean.
I felt your body haunted, scoundrel ...
Break apart ... between light and shadow.
So passed that hour,
with censorship, hanging on a "rack".
Evil always denigrates the acquis ...
If that desire is slipping ...
Never ... remember, I invalidates
to investigate, in the past irreversible.
Where the "Ecstasy", was released,
in a small space of time.
"The Bacchanal" ... did not pass, unnoticed,
in his brazen, "reign".
I will say ... not intrusive ...
That was the best time, ...
That in my life, I have lived ...
Daniel H Guasti
pisulinoal@yahoo.com.ar
(Tango)
The time I spent with you ...
I could reach the sky with my hands.
Given their itineraries ... and hands,
elves, blushed.
The weight of the universe, whole,
I had not, imported.
The bear, unabashedly ...
Without even, anoticiado me ...
Forbidden, was "Dionysian"
the shed, with the smallest bias.
Assortment of knives,
all my recatos outmoded, fled.
Was evaporated in a single second,
the blinding rain incuriosa crystals.
I thought perhaps I was living a dream,
or dreamed it ...
Love, raging,
as the repeated waves of an ocean.
I felt your body haunted, scoundrel ...
Break apart ... between light and shadow.
So passed that hour,
with censorship, hanging on a "rack".
Evil always denigrates the acquis ...
If that desire is slipping ...
Never ... remember, I invalidates
to investigate, in the past irreversible.
Where the "Ecstasy", was released,
in a small space of time.
"The Bacchanal" ... did not pass, unnoticed,
in his brazen, "reign".
I will say ... not intrusive ...
That was the best time, ...
That in my life, I have lived ...
Daniel H Guasti
pisulinoal@yahoo.com.ar
"La hora que pasé , contigo , Tango"
“La hora que pasé , contigo , Tango”
(tango)
La hora que yo pasé contigo …
Pude alcanzar el cielo con mis manos.
Ante sus itinerarios… y las manos ,
los duendes , se sonrojaron.
El peso del Universo , entero ,
no me hubiese , importado.
Lo soportaría , sin inmutarme …
Sin siquiera , haberme anoticiado…
Lo prohibido , fue “Dionisíaco”,
al despojarse , ante el mas ínfimo prejuicio.
Surtido , de puñales ,
todos mis recatos perimidos , huyeron.
Se evaporó , en un solo segundo ,
la incuriosa lluvia que ciega los cristales.
Pensé acaso , que estaba viviendo un sueño ,
o que lo habría soñado…
El amor , embravecido ,
como las repetidas olas de un Océano.
Percibí tu embrujado cuerpo , sinvergüenza…
Despedazarse …entre luces y sombras.
Así , transcurrió dicha hora,
con la censura , colgada de un “perchero”.
La maldad siempre , denigra , el acervo…
Si es que , el deseo , se le escapa…
Jamás…recordarte , me invalida ,
al indagar , en el irreversible pasado.
Donde el “éxtasis” , fue liberado,
en un pequeño , espacio de tiempo.
“El Bacanal” …no pasó , inadvertido,
en su desfachatado , “reinado”.
Diré…no por indiscreto…
Que fue la mejor hora ,…
Que en mi vida , yo he vivido…
Daniel H Guasti
pisulinoal@yahoo.com.ar
sábado, 23 de febrero de 2013
"Rhapsody of voices , Tango"
"Rhapsody of voices, Tango"
(Tango)
Have already been forged,
the thin steel on your luck.
She has decided,
not see you again,
Using his immutable
"Free will".
And You, caused a whirlwind,
hurricane winds.
Now, your pride devastated,
has fallen, to the profane ...
The heavy, "granite rock"
to you, you have given shape.
Not be part of this great "column"
the "Cathedral" which buildedst ...
The "Augur" was wrong
with the woman that you chose.
Flowing through the alley, a Tango sad
that for you ... not comforted, cries ...
Rumors of the night, you advise,
And you are predicting, misery.
She will not be the first ...
Nor the last.
Since shadows sink,
in the wet street.
While the sleepless nights, waiting for you ...
The lights on the asphalt, I announce ...
In the distance you hear a "Rhapsody of voices"
are "ghosts" in a "forum".
They shout in unison ... detachment! ... Detachment! ,
with you is impossible.
Life is full of "potholes" clumsy ...
Every so disturb you.
We will have to suffer the long slope,
to conquer, other summits.
The irreversible, it is customary,
the intricate patterns of life.
They cause, faded,
you tread, illusions.
The hope, always have fears,
that will reverse their "intimate archetypes" ...
Now, should you care not "give a damn"
and to seek, other horizons ...
Daniel H Guasti
pisulinoal@yahoo.com.ar
(Tango)
Have already been forged,
the thin steel on your luck.
She has decided,
not see you again,
Using his immutable
"Free will".
And You, caused a whirlwind,
hurricane winds.
Now, your pride devastated,
has fallen, to the profane ...
The heavy, "granite rock"
to you, you have given shape.
Not be part of this great "column"
the "Cathedral" which buildedst ...
The "Augur" was wrong
with the woman that you chose.
Flowing through the alley, a Tango sad
that for you ... not comforted, cries ...
Rumors of the night, you advise,
And you are predicting, misery.
She will not be the first ...
Nor the last.
Since shadows sink,
in the wet street.
While the sleepless nights, waiting for you ...
The lights on the asphalt, I announce ...
In the distance you hear a "Rhapsody of voices"
are "ghosts" in a "forum".
They shout in unison ... detachment! ... Detachment! ,
with you is impossible.
Life is full of "potholes" clumsy ...
Every so disturb you.
We will have to suffer the long slope,
to conquer, other summits.
The irreversible, it is customary,
the intricate patterns of life.
They cause, faded,
you tread, illusions.
The hope, always have fears,
that will reverse their "intimate archetypes" ...
Now, should you care not "give a damn"
and to seek, other horizons ...
Daniel H Guasti
pisulinoal@yahoo.com.ar
"Rapsodia de voces , Tango"
“Rapsodia de voces , Tango”
(tango)
Ya ha sido forjado ,
el fino acero de tu suerte.
Ella , ha decidido ,
no volver a verte ,
Haciendo uso de su inmutable ,
“libre albedrío”.
Y en Ti , provocó un remolino ,
de vientos huracanados.
Ahora , tu desvastado orgullo ,
ya ha descendido , a lo profano…
La pesada , “roca de granito”,
a la que tu , le has dado forma.
No formará parte de esa gran “columna”,
de la “Catedral” , que edificaste…
El “Augur”, se ha equivocado
con la mujer que , tu elegiste.
Circula por el callejón , un Tango triste ,
el que por ti …sin consuelo , llora…
Los rumores de la noche , te asesoran ,
Y te están pronosticando , desdicha.
No va a ser Ella , la primera …
Tampoco , la última.
Ya las sombras se hunden ,
en la calle mojada.
Mientras el desvelo , te espera …
Las luces en el asfalto , te lo anuncian…
A lo lejos se oye una “Rapsodia de voces”,
son “fantasmas” en una “tribuna”.
Gritan a coro…¡¡desapego!!...¡desapego!! ,
con lo que te es , imposible.
La vida está llena de “baches” , torpes…
Que cada tanto te perturban.
Habrá que sufrir , la larga cuesta ,
para conquistar , otras cumbres.
Lo irreversible , es costumbre,
en las intrincadas tramas de la vida.
Son causa, desvaídas ,
que te pisan , ilusiones.
La esperanza , siempre le tiene temores ,
que le reviertan sus ,“íntimos arquetipos”…
Ya , no debe importarte “un pito”,
y a buscar , otros horizontes…
Daniel H Guasti
pisulinoal@yahoo.com.ar
miércoles, 20 de febrero de 2013
"TIME , Tango"
"TIME; Tango"
(Tango)
Limited, the walls of my memory,
with what I do not want to remember.
If everyone in the end,
we own a single shade.
There's a voice that calls you today,
and that I lost in oblivion.
Nothing looks so much time,
as the mighty river ...
Once, I hit the delirium,
when I had, to remind.
Now, I did, "stop",
with what attracts me, tristuras.
I well know, that date obtuse ...
What alone! ... Left me.
Man's destiny is irreparable,
and you get what the other does not ...
The mask I wore, it's over ...
is time, of dealing with things.
In a garden full of roses,
does not pass, the eventful life.
Always look for reality, the plot of the trap,
that transpires, nightmares,
The Tango, with its melodies,
is just one of the enemies that causes ...
What time! While commands,
and remember, your day.
I see the deep beauty of your face,
vanish, in my forbidden past.
Rain in the morning I pick up,
cataract does not wash, my tears.
Sleep is a stubborn, bliss ...
In the shadows of the hallway, and nothing ...
There is a music very kindley...
They always listen to my madness ...
The "hourglass", never gets tired ...
where are drained, the moments and fears.
I was given the best prize,
appropriate to your enlightened me smile ...
It was eternal ... in my heart as written word ...
And with an enigmatic unattainable ... God ...
Daniel H Guasti
pisulinoal@yahoo.com.ar
(Tango)
Limited, the walls of my memory,
with what I do not want to remember.
If everyone in the end,
we own a single shade.
There's a voice that calls you today,
and that I lost in oblivion.
Nothing looks so much time,
as the mighty river ...
Once, I hit the delirium,
when I had, to remind.
Now, I did, "stop",
with what attracts me, tristuras.
I well know, that date obtuse ...
What alone! ... Left me.
Man's destiny is irreparable,
and you get what the other does not ...
The mask I wore, it's over ...
is time, of dealing with things.
In a garden full of roses,
does not pass, the eventful life.
Always look for reality, the plot of the trap,
that transpires, nightmares,
The Tango, with its melodies,
is just one of the enemies that causes ...
What time! While commands,
and remember, your day.
I see the deep beauty of your face,
vanish, in my forbidden past.
Rain in the morning I pick up,
cataract does not wash, my tears.
Sleep is a stubborn, bliss ...
In the shadows of the hallway, and nothing ...
There is a music very kindley...
They always listen to my madness ...
The "hourglass", never gets tired ...
where are drained, the moments and fears.
I was given the best prize,
appropriate to your enlightened me smile ...
It was eternal ... in my heart as written word ...
And with an enigmatic unattainable ... God ...
Daniel H Guasti
pisulinoal@yahoo.com.ar
"TIEMPO , Tango"
“TIEMPO ; Tango”
(tango)
Lindan , los muros de mi memoria ,
con lo que no me quiero acordar.
Si todos al final ,
somos propietarios de una sola sombra.
Hay una voz , que hoy te nombra ,
y que se me pierde en el olvido.
Nada , se parece tanto al tiempo ,
como el caudaloso río…
Cierta vez , me pegó el delirio ,
cuando hube , de recordarte.
Ahora , yo hice , “punto y aparte” ,
con lo que me atrae , tristuras.
Bien se yo , de esa fecha obtusa…
¡¡Qué solo!! …me dejaste.
El destino del hombre , es irreparable ,
y te toca lo que al otro no…
La máscara que yo me puse , se acabó…
es momento , de afrontar las cosas.
En un jardín , lleno de rosas ,
no transcurre , la azarosa vida.
Busca siempre la realidad , la trama de la trampa ,
para que transpires , pesadillas,
El Tango , con sus melodías ,
es solo uno , de los enemigos que la provoca…
¡¡Qué tiempo!! , al tiempo manda ,
y acuerda , tu jornada.
Veo la belleza profunda de tu cara ,
esfumarse , en mi vedado pasado .
La lluvia que en las mañanas yo recojo ,
no lava la catarata , de mis lágrimas.
Es un sueño terco , la dicha …
Entre las sombras del pasillo , y la nada…
Existe una favorable música …
Que siempre , escucha a mi locura…
El “reloj de arena” , nunca se fatiga…
por donde se escurren , los instantes y los miedos .
A mi me dieron el mejor premio ,
al haberme apropiado de tu lúcida sonrisa …
Quedó eterna …en mi corazón como palabra escrita…
Y con un inalcanzable …Dios enigmático…
Daniel H Guasti
pisulinoal@yahoo.com.ar
martes, 19 de febrero de 2013
"DREAMS ; Tango"
"DREAMS, Tango"
(Tango)
In my dream,
I tried, warn,
That the dream was mine.
In dreaming .... that you were,
dreaming with me.
Both dreams were confused,
And I did not know,
what my dream ...
And what yours ...
Then, I went into "Astral", asleep,
I saw the "silver thread"
shine as "moons"
They wove both "threads"
like a rope ... skies ...
I could feel your warm hands,
in a dream ... unique.
As two empty glasses,
thirsty, dreams ...
In that dream wanderer,
I never knew, their intimate screening.
But the two were the same ...
What a dream! ... So bold,
that dream was unexpected,
when combined with yours.
Dreaming the miracle of a dream together ...
And in the same field.
Rumors of the night,
We spoke with magical powers.
I do not know if what happened to me was true ...
But, hopefully, prophetic ...
The two, sing the same Tango ...
With two "ringers", other ...
To dream, to dream with you ...
Nothing has meaning.
I dreamed this dream ...
To understand that we were "One" ...
Eternity we rebelled,
his most intimate secret.
In an unlikely ... "time of dreams"
so different from ours
Within its "infinite Spirit" ...
Both were entirely united ...
Daniel H Guasti
pisulinoal@yahoo.com.ar
(Tango)
In my dream,
I tried, warn,
That the dream was mine.
In dreaming .... that you were,
dreaming with me.
Both dreams were confused,
And I did not know,
what my dream ...
And what yours ...
Then, I went into "Astral", asleep,
I saw the "silver thread"
shine as "moons"
They wove both "threads"
like a rope ... skies ...
I could feel your warm hands,
in a dream ... unique.
As two empty glasses,
thirsty, dreams ...
In that dream wanderer,
I never knew, their intimate screening.
But the two were the same ...
What a dream! ... So bold,
that dream was unexpected,
when combined with yours.
Dreaming the miracle of a dream together ...
And in the same field.
Rumors of the night,
We spoke with magical powers.
I do not know if what happened to me was true ...
But, hopefully, prophetic ...
The two, sing the same Tango ...
With two "ringers", other ...
To dream, to dream with you ...
Nothing has meaning.
I dreamed this dream ...
To understand that we were "One" ...
Eternity we rebelled,
his most intimate secret.
In an unlikely ... "time of dreams"
so different from ours
Within its "infinite Spirit" ...
Both were entirely united ...
Daniel H Guasti
pisulinoal@yahoo.com.ar
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