2018.07.30.
I saw her coming
I saw her coming ...Caress of her brief hand!
I saw her coming ...
Skylark that whipped the snow!
Your love - I could tell her - merges in the mystery
of a caressing tango that moans for both of us.
And the bandoneon
- bitter muttering in the oblivion!-
wept her voice
that broke in the thick fog.
And in despair,
as cruel as none,
I saw her leave, without the word 'goodbye'.
It was my world of illusion ...
the heart knew it,
who still remembers her misconduct,
it was my world of illusion
and she got lost from me,
joining myself in the shade of pain.
There is a ghost in the endless night,
there is a ghost that wanders in my silence.
It is the memory of her voice,
the beat of her song,
the night of her oblivion and rancor.
And the bandoneon
says her name in its groan,
with that voice
who called her from oblivion.
And in the brutal disillution that condemns me
I saw her leave, without the word 'goodbye' ...