"The other side of the Afternoon , Tango"

                           

                                             "The other side of  the Afternoon, Tango"
                                                                     (tango)
                                                                  ...to Jorge Luis Borges
The other side of the Afternoon ...
Is your name written,
hitting the cry,
for me, I'll never forget ....
In the deep background of the evening,
Roses are exhaling,
its sweet perfume to the Sun ...
As if they were asked, someone ...

Has been parceled, on surfaces,
the fantastic garden, we both wanted.
Now, every reflection of your face,
in occupied mirror
manifests, different ...
What we, before we were ...
What we have lost ...

Quarter Round by the "grim elf"
who already believes in nothing.
The "Big Stats" to him, he is entitled,
among such greed and war.
It produces disgust, include such
in a tide of men deaf and blind ...
The "Fiction", now claims his "Oratorio"
to pay, lying worship.

In future bleak traction ...
I demand, always your guardianship.
Enter verdicts and false promises,
you always speak to me, of indulgences.
Women who have left us,
are no longer subject to vespers.
It is better to live in "third person",
as an anonymous on this Earth.

The granite rock so heavy ...
That to You, I have chosen.
The transform you into "wine gargoyles" ...
In ten "Cathedrals" your memory.
My hopes, never decline,
"The other side of the Evening" ...
Where your memory, I do not beat ...
And every day, with my nostalgia, I suffer ...
                                                                   Daniel H Guasti
                                                                   pisulinoal@yahoo.com.ar