Aire Sin Final

When you hear this tango
the route will have already whistled
to divert me again.

And in the nocturnal halls
life will have exploded
with its best drunkenness.

When you hear this tango
What will be left of me?
The memory dazzled
behind a thousand new turns
of the milongas to a thousand.

Endless air
I carry within me
your perfect nakedness
and this solitude
Drinking me
Spending myself in absence
And if in my steps that fade as I walk
I hear the dogs drunk on oblivion
again and again your voice returns
of endless air.

When you hear this tango
our different eyes will already know
what became of love.

And the bitter landscapes
from having endured them so much
will soften their pain.

And then who knows anything?
Who can see beyond?
When you hear this tango
the death of not being together
silently will speak to us.