Milonga de Sete Cidades (a Estética do Frio)

I made the milonga in seven cities
Rigor, Depth, Clarity
In Conciseness, Purity, Lightness
And Melancholy

Milonga is made loose in time
Never milonga loose in space
Seven cold cities are its abode

In Clarity
The infinite and exact pampa made me walk
In Rigor I surrendered
To the most subtle paths
In Depth
I found my soul
And saw myself in me

I made the milonga in seven cities
Rigor, Depth, Clarity
In Conciseness, Purity, Lightness
And Melancholy

The voice of a milonguero does not die
Does not go away in passing cloud
Seven cold cities are its abode

Conciseness has small courtyards
Where I saw the universe
In Purity I dreamed
In Lightness the sky opened
In Melancholy
My soul smiled at me
And I saw myself happy