Letra de Jorge Luis Borges.
Somebody tells it to the tango
Tango that I have seen danced
against a yellow sunset
by those who were capable
of another dance, that of the knife.
Tango of that Maldonado
with less water than mud,
tango whistled when traveling
on the driving seat of my wagon.
Unworried and released
you always looked up front,
tango, you were lucky
for being man and courageous.
Tango you have been happy
as I have also been,
according to my memory,
memory or forgetfulness.
Since that yesterday, how many things
Have happened to both of us:
the departures, and the grief
of loving and not to be loved.
I will have died, and you will continue
bordering our life.
You don’t forget Buenos Aires,
tango that you were and you will be.