Sometimes I think no more auroras,
not get to see the sun again ,
you will not be there when you wake up.
But then as far as your eyes and look at me
,
and all is peace and quiet.
Sometimes I think I'm alone in the world, that there will
your smell, nor thy presence, ever
not know where to breathe.
But then comes to me, your laughter, as a cold waterfall
I bathe,
like a breath of fresh air.
Eleonora.
Eleonora.
I have fear of the road without your guidance,
of the steps that I will not be my beacon,
and I have no doubt that few,
and no longer take even the first to know. Seeking
in heaven and earth to be with you,
and would give my life for a second,
but not here, Eleonora, and yet
lates to me.
Eleonora.
Eleonora.
I miss you, and I have you in front of me.
miss you in the evening we had the winter, when rozabas
your fingers with mine on the table,
when your life was intertwined with my life.
I miss you, and you are only one meter of my body.
looking at me with those eyes, laughing with that laugh.
telling me that you love is another.
are you happy.
Eleonora.
Eleonora.
hate what's called being civilized.
hate friendship and what it entails.
I insult and degradation for loving me,
and more to smile and give my support.
"I will not fail in life."
"I am your friend, and always be on your side."
I'm stupid, is there more evidence to failure?
Yet stay stuck to the chair,
As if her and then nailed to the floor.
do not get up, catch her and kiss, and put end this string of lies.
not get up and leave this local
one of those outbursts of dignity of the films. No.
I sit alone and I thank heaven for to see her smile between banks of fog.
I am poor and pathetic.
I'm miserable.
And he took with both hands the chain
and I feel so happy because I have it.
And tonight again terrorize,
because I know that tomorrow will not wake you.
As always.
Eleonora.
Eleonora.
I'm your friend, and always be on your side.
("Letter to Eleonora" Felix Monterroso, published in 2460, in honor of the sad story of failed love between Palermo and Augusto bandoneonist great lady of tango Stillani Andrea, whose real name was Eleanor Fabrizzi)
not get to see the sun again ,
you will not be there when you wake up.
But then as far as your eyes and look at me
,
and all is peace and quiet.
Sometimes I think I'm alone in the world, that there will
your smell, nor thy presence, ever
not know where to breathe.
But then comes to me, your laughter, as a cold waterfall
I bathe,
like a breath of fresh air.
Eleonora.
Eleonora.
I have fear of the road without your guidance,
of the steps that I will not be my beacon,
and I have no doubt that few,
and no longer take even the first to know. Seeking
in heaven and earth to be with you,
and would give my life for a second,
but not here, Eleonora, and yet
lates to me.
Eleonora.
Eleonora.
I miss you, and I have you in front of me.
miss you in the evening we had the winter, when rozabas
your fingers with mine on the table,
when your life was intertwined with my life.
I miss you, and you are only one meter of my body.
looking at me with those eyes, laughing with that laugh.
telling me that you love is another.
are you happy.
Eleonora.
Eleonora.
hate what's called being civilized.
hate friendship and what it entails.
I insult and degradation for loving me,
and more to smile and give my support.
"I will not fail in life."
"I am your friend, and always be on your side."
I'm stupid, is there more evidence to failure?
Yet stay stuck to the chair,
As if her and then nailed to the floor.
do not get up, catch her and kiss, and put end this string of lies.
not get up and leave this local
one of those outbursts of dignity of the films. No.
I sit alone and I thank heaven for to see her smile between banks of fog.
I am poor and pathetic.
I'm miserable.
And he took with both hands the chain
and I feel so happy because I have it.
And tonight again terrorize,
because I know that tomorrow will not wake you.
As always.
Eleonora.
Eleonora.
I'm your friend, and always be on your side.
("Letter to Eleonora" Felix Monterroso, published in 2460, in honor of the sad story of failed love between Palermo and Augusto bandoneonist great lady of tango Stillani Andrea, whose real name was Eleanor Fabrizzi)
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