Tango querido

Dear tango, loyal from the barroom
angel of passions, a secret gust
kid who in memory, moans for a reason.

Dear tango, wizards at the stand
rags of rhyme bleed
on the stained paper of yesterday.

Dear tango, who
taught you to sing
with so much passion?

Sing... the paradise and hell in the city
sing of the outcasts of hunger and faith
sing to the fools who can but never give
sing to the brotherhood of the good-hearted.

Sing to the torments and sweetness of love
sing to the philosopher drifters at the café
sing to the old swaps of power
sing to the beloved friends who are gone.

Singing tango, of the stars and the frogs
a thinker without a master
who believes in your agonies as dawn arrives.

Singing tango, teenager of the grays
serious heart
you’ve swallowed one by one, your scars.

Dear tango, treasure of the corner
slow as broken glass, basement of fate
glorious of the rough neighborhood, dance on your two feet.

Dear tango, intimate and brotherly
with a pain that’s a companion of youth
and the red wine ritual.

Dear tango, who
taught you to sing
with so much passion?

Sing to the torments and sweetness of love
sing to the philosopher drifters at the café
sing to the old swaps of power
sing to the beloved friends who are gone
sing the tango, tangentially, with the sorrow of knowing.