"Eternal Wait , Tango" to Francis Scott Fitzgerald

                                               

                                                     "Eternal Wait Tango"
                                                                 ( tango )
                                                           ...to Francis Scott Fitzgerald ... ...
In the possession of waiting,
suffered romantic turns, the idle hours.
With a hope infamada ,
The echoed , a great illusion.
But indifference , nothing has compassion,
and this woman , never arrived at the "Meeting".
Sincere door never opened ...
In the old corner ... and resolved .

The Whole Neighborhood , El , took pity ,
for those who only obtained , the air you breathe .
Every day the same ... at the same time ,
 standing in the same place He rocked as a dried flower .
The folly , is the only one advocating ,
when a feeling , mutates, "anything " .
The " pipe dream " , he prefigured ,
 believing in her, like no .

There were those who , called it a "Witch " ...
And to Him, had , spellbound .
But in his resignation , he was identified ,
 and always encouraged , her long wait .
Suddenly , he heard footsteps approaching , the wet streets ,
and then lose them, as a distant song .
Had overflowed , the dense torrent of his "Fable "
and drowned in his own lie .

To which the "Reality" , always inquires or incriminating
"Providence " , tastes good, what it does,
To make life a little more "reasonable" ...
The " fantasy " every so often , they become truths .
Beyond the name, and the woman ...
There was a miracle , it grew.
Faced with a " big reveal " ...
One always does, without even , turn around ...

Under the tutelage of his insistence,
The concurring followed , every single day .
I could not hide that corner , who both hold,
and " Fences " , would give him sweet perfumes.
A bird in the evening , sang some " Romanza "
 with a melody, " Minor tones " .

Both ... so , was your wait useless ...
You slowly ... He was transformed into "stone" .
Today in this place, there is a " Monument " ...
That 's ... it remembers ...
Nobody ever heard of the " big secret " ,
 the one who loves, hopes and endures ...
And it is ... that the " stone statue " ... Is its own body ...
                                                                       Daniel H Guasti
                                                                       pisulinoal@yahoo.com.ar