apenas floreció tu amor,
perfume de ilusión dejaste en mi pesar,
recuerdo de una noche y nada más.
Mi ensueño se quedó en la dicha
y nunca te diré adiós,
un beso de pasión, partiste sin amar
y el claro de tu ausencia tan mortal.
Cuando te veo pasar indiferente de amor,
la risa es pobre disfraz de mi tristeza,
después te alejas y ya mi pensamiento
revive tus palabras y la noche del encuentro.
Dijiste "siempre serás para mi vida el amor",
palabras de tu emoción que ya murieron.
Flor de un día, tu perfume,
siempre embriaga a mi corazón.
Y todo no fue más que un beso,
encanto que plasmó mi amor.
Después al despertar, la vida sin color
es mezcla de dulzura y de dolor.
En vano llamaré tu nombre
ya nunca escucharé tu voz
distancia de los dos, camino sin final,
y el sueño que no espeja en tu mirar.
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flourished just your love,
illusion perfume left on my sorrow,
I remember one night and nothing else.
My dream was left in this
and you never say goodbye,
a kiss of passion, you left without loving
and clear of your absence so deadly.
When I see you passing indifferent love,
laughter is poor disguise my sadness,
and then you go away and my thoughts
words and relive your night meeting.
You said "you'll always be my life for love"
words of your emotion and died.
Flower of a day, your perfume
always intoxicates my heart.
And it was just a kiss,
charm that shaped my love.
After waking, the colorless life
is mixture of sweetness and pain.
In vain I call your name
I'll never hear your voice
distance of the two dead end,
sleep and not mirrored in your eyes.
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Off the back of a weekend that required me to leave work early and sleep cray hours to finally get back into a semi-human mode of work and sleep. Thoughts? When I first started tango, I jumped straight into a Fire & Ice festival in Ann Arbor January of 2010. That was my first taste of a tango festival which was relatively social and a good scene in hindsight. Coming back to Malaysia I've participated in the KL Festival every single year, Singapore festival twice, Taiwan festival once (24 hour on a whim - fuck it all flight), Shanghai festival once. Other than that the flavour of the day nowadays is definitely geared more toward marathons/encuentros, and for a good reason. Festivals in this part of the world are seriously so tipped toward a certain "type" that it is far more worth my money and sanity to go for the social dancing rather than the festival format. Granted, lessons were good, always learning, picking up new things. Competition was, so-so for me, was...
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