Vuelvo Al Sur

Back to the South
Like you always return to love
I come back to you
With my desire, with my fear
I carry the South
Like a destiny of the heart
I’m from the South
Like the air of the bandoneon
I dream of the South
Immense moon, sky turned upside down.
I return to the South
The open time and what comes after
I want the South.
Its good people, its dignity.
I feel the South.
Like your body in intimacy.
I love you, South . . .
I love you, South . . .