"Fictions , Tango"

                                                                   

                                                                                          L.Afremov

                                                                               " Fictions , Tango"
                                                                                         ( tango )
On the other shore of the afternoon,
Please be your clear eyes .
And that corner with pink overwhelmed,
 exornada with vivid flowers .
I know there, I always expect ,
 fiction gives me qualms .
Given this cruel neglect,
 becoming ennobled .

Fiction, not descreerá Ti ,
to get involved with your patio.
Where there is competition desenfados ,
between your beauty, and the rose .
Less true, that unreal
 saturated sky your face lights up .
Given that border , I appeal ,
 for your extraordinary beauty.

It is still more expensive , docile metaphor
in a range of colors.
 As the night progresses ,
fantasy will become more astute .
With a brush I do my best to paint ,
 the same dream I'm dreaming .
I flatter myself that I curled fiction ,
 on the loose rout , clear your eyes ...

I feel a loss of whistle tangos,
that crosses my dream entirely .
Godly music that gives protection, and handle ,
 to get close , but You.
I've tired of blessing ,
 those " impossible" manifest.
It's all a riot of abandon ...
Your beauty and rose .

Less than truthful ... unreal ...
is this " fiction" and charge me .
That lying parceled done my cry ,
this " fable " without control.
I fail to hear the sigh of the flower,
that is intertwined with the miracle .
By the pleasant fiction, I " trash "
 the last remnants of my grim pain

Daniel H Guasti
pisulinoal@yahoo.com.ar