"Evenings March , Tango"

                                         

                                                                                 P.A. Renoir


                                                            " Evenings March , Tango"
                                                                                          ( tango )
I know, I'll be back ...
Sworn in as a pilgrim .
I dream for those afternoons , without forgetting
 and longed so idyllic .
 There's a mirror in my house
still demand for your beauty.
I have seen a volvedora Moon
 ecstasy of those nights .

And that shadow that looks out to the street,
 a sorry rosebush
My melancholy is a slow abyss
between illusion and the past.
Avatars of a grim fate,
which brings me back to You
For your cracks , I glimpsed ,
I was not going to be easy to forget .

And now , puffed up as a " discard "
arrecias me more , yet.
Memory, not attenuated ,
 and breaks down the walls of my mind .
I do not anoticié me , or fear ,
what the future would mean .
Is dubitable my dichotomy
if they call you back , or maybe ... No.

My dream never became cheaper ,
nor with the reluctance of oblivion.
There is still in me, a desire desirous ,
rewinding, what we have lived.
Did they come? , Other evenings of March
with his " ocher " on.
There is an insistent music in my ears ,
one crying Tango by Ti ...

There will always be a time for the frenzy ,
stirring culpable ruins.
It is a subtle and lilting melody ,
brings you as a scented breeze.
He'll be back in March , as a planet ,
rotating around its star tutor.
As a star , volvedora ...
 Will the desperate forgiveness , that seeks to you ...
             

Daniel H Guasti / / / pisulinoal@yahoo.com.ar