Pico de oro

Sentimental hints
of a tango that passed
like an old perfume
that time did not erase.
Its music so sad
it spills its emotion to us
of an old love that no longer exists
and still beats in my heart.

What mysterious lyricism brings
this melodious and gray theme.
A drizzle of memories falls
on the past so happy...
In my bedroom the cigarette goes
drawing with the blue smoke
the rings of a nuptial dream,
promises of youth...

You come back to me
to the spell of this tango and my splin,
like an echo of the past...
You arrive unwillingly
in the romantic violin
made of mist and song
among the still shadows of the garden,
to kiss me like yesterday, woman,
with your kisses of carmine.