Milonga en el viento
Eladia Blázquez
Milonga in the Wind
Dancing wind...
that spins around
like a dancer
who climbs with each jump
to the highest trampoline.
And by dreaming so much,
it can make us believe
how easy it is to fly.
Dancer...
you carry in your walk
something very in tune,
to the flutter of larks
dancing through milonga.
The skin of the milonga
is like a feeling
that ignites, that prolongs
the sweet love of the wind...
The wind laughs and cries,
wraps her in its arms,
surrounds her, enchants her,
takes her to the edge.
Entangles her in each step,
just like a dancer.
Dancer!...
Your milonga goes...
you with her see...
And on tiptoes
Love her!...
Wind... Dance... Dance... Wind!
