He whispered in her ear I want love when the tango is over
She said the this tango never ends
look at our history drenched in blood
look at our sunsets they never stop
our songs go on and on, the sounds of our morning fall with every footstep
our fading nights have no memory


In the layered dream, which layer have you chosen
I n the violent sunshine how much sunshine can you stand
I n the losing of battles how much of you do you allow to die

Dress your soul in the blood red rose
A kiss is not forever and love is not a contract
When the tango dies you are but alone
Like a woman with grace
You learn to say gooodbye

Can I win you with my loneliness
Can I entice you with my hungry heart
Can I tempt you with my defeat

H e starts to talk and she puts her index finger to her lips
cuts him short and softly replies you are one man that identifies with everyman
You are my demon, my philosopher, my hero, my god
You and the  tango, are like tomorrow you do not exsist 

And the ocean holds its comments
And poems need to be read aloud     (if your not afraid)
Tell me again how I don't belong, how I don't fit in 
I am the hollow shadow, in this slow moving tango