the tango followed...


Only here, in your port the heart is happy.
Riachuelo, where it bleeds the voice of the bandoneón.
Let us dance until the echo of the last beat…
tomorrow a ship weighs anchor,
perhaps it won't return.

The old man stopped whistling, smiled to me, and left...
I watched the figurehead , i remembered these men that i had seen before
and i imagined all ports, all sorrows and laughs, all pains and hopes…
I went on walking too, but that smile came along with me all the way…