A Media Luz
Francisco Canaro
In Half Light
Corrientes 3, 4, 8,
Second floor, elevator.
No doormen or neighbors.
Inside, cocktails and love.
A little place with maple wood:
Piano, rug, and nightstand,
A phone that answers,
A victrola that cries
Old tangos of my flower
And a porcelain cat
So it doesn't meow at love.
And all in half light,
Love is a wizard,
In half light the kisses,
In half light the two.
And all in half light
Inner twilight.
How soft velvet
The half light of love!
Juncal 12, 24
Call without fear.
In the afternoon, tea with pastries;
At night, tango and singing.
On Sundays, dancing teas;
On Mondays, desolation,
There's everything in the little house:
Pillows and couches;
Eats like a king, fancy;
Carpets that don't make noise
And a table set for love.
