Tangolpeando

It's to say that to this song I give my voice
I was born in Buenos Aires
with tango stolen from imagination
or from memory, I don't know.

And even if you mock this attempt
that tries to show you
That it's not me who will forget the past
and those men who have given birth to identity.

Blowers and accomplices
dreamers of the party
night owls of merchandise that today
fan themselves everywhere
and even though there is little time
for the century to die
plasticized supermarkets no
I don't trust them; because I am from the low.

I undress in this gathering
without masks or disguises
I don't hustle and I slip away knowing that there will be some thug
who will look for me backwards
I am cursed because I feel
like few do
I am freeing myself from my guts, singing
and today narrating, on the way to the beyond