"Holograms , Tango"
( tango )
On an undulating backdrop "quantum "
Three " gnomes " brazen .
On Air written without impudence ,
with a " desirous " humor.
The three projected dimensions ,
before my cries ...
Your ethereal figure stands ,
subtle rays before my eyes.
Here you show me in uncertain " holograms "
well mean mystery.
In my mind the " complex number "
and " gigs " a balanced equation to "zero" ...
Empty subject and body
you laugh until my amazement.
Restlessness mystic mystery
while I'm freaking out.
You will be the effect of alcohol,
I drank tonight desperately ...
A diffuse particles . beauty
and in my heart the bitter blow ...
Maybe I will be dreaming your dream ....
Perhaps this dream stoped ...
At last my deserved collapse
for not having perdonao ' time.
Now I assume much less
of subordinarte to my whims .
Your architecture is d' another stick
and dissipates over time.
At times, I lose reality
and a " hologram " ... my balance ...
Peculiarities of your annoying me no longer ,
begging to be a dream .
It is as if you they had built ,
enigmatic strange gods.
I can see your mocking figure,
Beckoning with your charm .
I run in my futile quest ,
as trapped inside your mirror ...
It will be my mistake as sidereal ,
to deserve such horror.
Humor trickster and deaf ,
you tie me to your long tresses .
And losing myself in tears
. intimidates my madness with a " bufoso "
Not see ! ... You revere as a goddess ...
Not see what I am suffering !
You want to hug ..
and no case.
I can not ... there's nothing ...
I stretch my arms ...
And I always follow long ...
"bufoso" = a gun
Daniel H Guasti / pisulinoal@yahoo.com.a
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