"Secrets , Tango"

                                     
                                                                                   M. Chagall
                                       
                                                       "Secrets , Tango"
                                                                                                ( Tango )
The blue stands the memory of the beauty of your face
in the vast silent night .
 There is a dialect expressions of your blue eyes ,
killed by the shadows
On a balcony , que crosses a hope ,
 and draw your smile ,
 Promising a really absurd
I Evokes the night with ghosts .

It desganan , the scattered light ,
 in the cobbled streets ,
Where , Broaden your iconic beauty ,
With the glow of the stars .
My dream copy the ironic reality
And begins to lord.
Less cold than friendly ,
anxious and melancholy creeps ...

Speeding changing shadows
the high side of the wall .
The hallway That validates the yard
 silently darkens .
Imagination is as irresponsible ,
-convened by furtive elves .
In this fantasy I testify ...
To tell you , well You know what ...

Rigid yesterday invulnerable ...
Now little by little , you 're leaving .
Relief to hear someone walking ,
forces me to rethink your blue eyes .
I see your hand cold filled goodbyes
Which ever , I 've Taken With fervor.
Is fed less genuine than mystified
ruthless cry for you , is discussed This ...

Quarrel ... the stubborn melancholy , and an infamous secret ...
to you , you've taken .
As an arduous manuscript on fire
in your own hands , you've burned .
Remains of ashes , the grotesque gesture
you've left , my understanding evanescent .
The " Tahúr " ... Already been done dexterous ...
With the " Tuileries " a destination , arduous ...
           Daniel H Guasti / pisulinoal@yahoo.com.ar