Esquinas Porteñas
Angel D'Agostino
Buenos Aires Corners
Corner of a Buenos Aires neighborhood
Where the Moon and the Sun paint the walls
The winter Moon cries for you
In the watercolors of my memory
Thirty afternoons know my wound
And a hundred little streets saw us pass by
Your life and my life crossed paths
You took the path that doesn't return
Streets where the quiet life
Lost hope, passion, and faith
Street, if I know she's dead
Knocking on every door
Why would I look for her?
Shaded little street of poetry
They saw us go one day, happy both of us
Companion of the Sun and the stars
That evening passed
On the way to God
