" Flush , Tango"
( tango )
In this " cup" , of allegories ,
always , it is about to overflow .
I to you , I got you good " flush "
subduing the brightness of your eyes .
Dazzle me like gold ...
a glass of "champagne" .
By loving , forget
I get lost in my dark labyrinths ...
Sound , melodic violins,
accompanied by the piano .
Solidarity as two brothers ,
and smarting from iniquity.
At the edge of the " slum "
I guess your beautiful naked body .
Exploding my delirium ,
on the tip of my swanky ...
Vagas symmetries of two destinations
that allows me to pull up , the " wiring " .
Where I hit the cry , spent,
what for You, I 'm sorry.
I still mourn , as an anonymous troll,
or better maintained along with my silence.
I have seen , as you were doing the credulous your " price "
and , you take off , your " mask " ...
There is a storm of your erect sweetness
that recovers your mystery .
I try to "pack" the lesson ,
but after a while you ... and you find out .
Is that infamous and sad melancholy,
the spilling , for your patio.
The improbable , and was given,
missing , which I tie to my dreams ...
Forms in rushing vertigo,
warning , your deep blue eyes .
Is " Bandoneon " which seems to walk asleep
between the " rope " and " cliff."
I repeat , as masks in your mirror more intimate,
admonish me , for this unexpected feat .
In my last " run over you " , which says there is hope ...
Promising that this time , I will arrive you ... First ...
Daniel H Guasti
pisulinoal@yahoo.com.ar
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