Only the sad and exhausting omen
are present in my joy,
as the taste of a beloved Tango.
Bitter happiness dyed my days,
with your sharp scarlet,
withering the bright pupil.
Bleeding.
Sating hopeless...
Your autumn melody,
saddens me, extinguish me.
Drowned me in silence.
My autumn melody,
saddens me, extinguish me,
calms me, leaves me no hope.
I remain silent.
Dying...
Dying my eyes dumb.
Complicit of dark,
a half-whisper,
in his dim and fading light.
Dim halo of dead hopes.