(Tango)
What is the graceful river ...
Have you dared to reflect your face pristine.
That river, perhaps, who stole all the dew,
of flowers you gave.
Like that atardecido October day,
just below the gallery home.
you were in front of that mirror, entranced,
when I asked permission, the Moon lost,
to be reflected in the twilight that preceded.
But, your beauty was measured with her in a challenge "taura"
and the moon ... it was alone ...
Each time, Your in a mirror, you look ...
desgastas it ... a little.
As if the mirror you want to save to your "file",
within their "virtual space".
This mirror, lost his chance,
to bring the "bad luck",
if anything, should break,
by reckless ...
"Elfina" ... with a cloud of perfume, immanent,
that "floculas" the turbid river.
What I express is not "hyperbole" nor coarse,
for those who had the fortune to meet.
With your big brown eyes ...
and your hair, very dark.
The Tango was made, exultant and "recitative"
the "shades Elderly".
Talisman "seeks", of all green leaves,
that manufacture fantasies, alone, with your eyes.
In the plane of reflection, I flatter myself, with my implication,
is by being by your side, this.
I envied the "Gnomes phosphorescent"
living hidden among the flowers.
Who will be encouraged ... to paint your face color,
and your deep mystery ... guess his ...
If the true picture of your face is a "card" ...
marked a "very timbero puddle"
Where ever swim, the "serpents punters"
and splash in Autumn evenings.
It's when ... copper dress your Neighborhood,
when you sing a Tango ...
If your "cuteness", you say "Buenos Aires" ...
drown the cries ... from a whole sky ...
"taura" = buster
"timbero" = forbidden games Daniel H Guasti / pisulinoal@yahoo.com.ar
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