La edad de oro

The clarity in her eyes
on the last days of winter
was her best moment
With every move she made
life had reserved for her
the leading role

A murky glance of complicity
Crossfire in the dark
In the lust of those days
between shots of cocaine
vicious and terminal
she had no rival

Used to the dawn
to parties with charm and pleasure
The world always at her feet
Dreams in pure silver
Bad girl from a good home
As the old Gardel tango says

The lovers who don’t give in
They abandon each other.