(tango)
And in the end ...
Luck, followed.
Entirely, she imantó,
the woman who refused.
The "thread" a nut fortunate
squeezed, her grief loose.
I cried so full of grief,
by that darkness, that happened ...
Bartered, by the insidious pain
these joys, as elusive.
No longer having that "orejear" by the flush,
shame you wear produced.
Sola ... She ended up in her lover's arms,
his waist, exposed.
I grew up as "weed", his integrity,
and the Tango, that he begged ...
A melody with "scab" and "sandpaper"
on violins of "can", surrounded him,
Making it a positive company ...
Whenever she was not.
I prodded the incredible fortune
to induce him to, wake up.
When you are waiting, luck ...
Best ... is because it is, impatient ... take it ...
He lined up all the difficult "vectors" of abundance,
all pointing to the same side.
It accounted for peaking kilos ...
And it lasted a long time.
Something made him remember that he was, himself,
and not arbitrary word, a fleeting name.
Sometimes life, something you "intend",
and gives you his yawn, friendly ...
The nested his past poor heart,
neurotic warnings against the ...
May luck ... you will end.
You ... do not go up the "smoke" to the head.
He let luck play their minority "given",
And do not take it as a toy ...
While we remembered that we are largely untapped,
The enigma of finitude "Innocent Convict" ...
"orejear"= looking for Daniel H Guasti /pisulinoal@yahoo.com.ar
pisulinoal@yahoo.com.ar
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