" Lightweight luck , Tango"

                                     

                                                   " Lightweight luck Tango"
                                                                             ( tango )

And hope , drink ,
the fine wine in his glass .
Until luck runs out,
until it, nothing remains .
Stripped of prowess,
is no one to call .
It is light as air ,
and elusive , like water.

Today I feel that inhabits me luck ,
 and I think a little more in this sordid world .
Ravaged by daily reproach
never thought , I was going to touch me .
How? Me, I would imagine ,
prodigue that the " others" fortune.
Favoring my providence ,
canceling my usual pessimism.

The " Tahur " optimism ,
has begun to grow.
"Luck " attracts like flies to honey,
 the indifferent little regulars.
Those who will be celebrating the " stupid joke "
as if you were a "King" .
They will reach the brush ,
until the " paint " runs out .

Then lay the fate is ,
as a passing traveler.
As a cloud in the sky,
will greet you from a bridge.
 In this world "hyper - random "
 iniquities, precede .
It will, in the fields of outrage,
 where long-awaited rain ceases .

"Luck " is not supportive,
Rumbea and without pretense ,
Appears in far less solicitous
and goes without permission.
It has always been ignored ,
of those who deserve it , or beg .
They say that luck, " they need help" ,
those who know nothing of " karma " ...
Nor, of " Escolazo " ...
Or ... its injustice stubborn ...

"Escolazo" = to play , for money
                   
                         Daniel H Guasti /
                       pisulinoal@yahoo.com.ar