"Street Moon , Tango"_to Norman Erlich

                                     

                                                 "Street Moon , Tango"
                                                                           ( tango )
                                                   ...to The "master " Norman Erlich ...
The Street moon...
Do not know of " yesterdays " nor sighs ,
Archetypes or rigid ,
or broken promises.
His great "charisma" is enlightening ,
at worst days ...
From Earth , the " poet " ...
Poet ... your my inspiration ...

There is an aroma, a murmur ,
prowling around the grounds of my patio.
Are these , faint rays ,
related with Stars .
There is another ... and the same moon
which illuminates the " poem."
It is intimate , Moon my yard ,
with our secrets , shared ...

Through a " Skylight " ...
Moon caresses the face of the woman I love ...
Exornada nostalgia ,
collection, in memory of a past ...
She lives in the " rejal " next door ,
in the serene and patient " glycine " .
Sleeping in the garden , my towering " neighboring "
and is no stranger to the other streets ...

He drinks , all nostalgia,
emeritus " Fuelles llorones."
Those who persist in the morning,
between the deep silence of the vast night .
Moon Street ,
Cute , with Alba ...
Wander the paths of "nothing" ...
It is prone to ... " Arrabales " ...

Investigates, courtyards and " thresholds "
remainder of melancholy ...
Retires silent , as solitary footsteps,
 deletes the sea , in the wet sand.
Never -ending , long " epic " ...
Still missing ... too many " poets " ...
There ... the grate name of a woman ,
that betrays me ...
Written, on the other side ...
In his " hidden face " ...
   

"Arrabales " = down town              
"Fuelles , llorones"= cry bandoneon
 Daniel H Guasti /
pisulinoal@yahoo.com.ar