(Tango)
The compulsive intensity of your memory ...
He took me to find that door.
From the moment that you left me,
I dig in his heels to find her.
A dream, I found a clue heretic
then I can cross,
A big "Multidimensional Portal" ...
With the happy fortune to meet you there.
When I saw you, we had a big hug ...
And went again, happy ...
Mixed in a chaotic atmosphere unthinkable "Wimps" ...
Where the gap is "nothing" ...
And "nothing", it's just an embarrassment absurd.
Dreams, we believe,
As if we were "gods home" ...
But not as terse and unintelligible ...
As the governing, in our payments ...
They are no longer distant those "Parallel Worlds"
where I would take your blessed hands.
There, the realities including copying,
and somewhere we go ... favored, as in a picture ...
As scores of famous Tangos,
that is "transcribed" with "Pichuco" ...
In this "door", enter "madness" with much pessimism ...
and the other side is transformed ... in "Absolute" ...
From now on, by your absence, I'm not distressed,.
to clear my love ... I can see your big eyes ...
Always, the "Tango subversive" that "appeals"
for all beings abandoned and faded.
For those who have suffered much,
in this ruthless reality.
We are expecting the infinite light ...
On the other side of our dreams.
Much more real than our existence,
cold or the providence ...
You never know the fate of that will ...
And that is ... That is "fuck" ...
In this "door", there is no time ...
There is a "Present Continuous" and eternal ...
Look for it within a dream ...
The only way for us ... It is this allowed ...
Daniel H Guasti
pisulinoal@yahoo.com.ar
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