CASERÓN DE TEJAS.

Belgrano neighborhood! Old tile-roofed house! Do you remember, sister, the warm evenings on the sidewalk? When a nearby train left us with strange old longings beneath the gentle calm of the rosebush?

Everything was so simple! Clear as the sky! Good as the story Grandfather told us on sweet sleepy afternoons! When the little piano in the dark sitting room poured out the pure tenderness of a waltz.

It came alive again! It came alive again! In the piano's sleeping voices, and at the subtle spell of your hand, Grandfather's coat tails will return... Call him! Call him! We shall relive the distant tale that, in that old house in Belgrano, calls us to Mother beyond the mystery...

Belgrano neighborhood! Old tile-roofed house! Where is the well, where are your courtyards, where are your iron grilles? You will return to the piano, my dear old sister, and in its melodies the bright days of home will live again.

Your smile, sister, sheltered my grief; and as in the tale Grandfather told us on sweet sleepy afternoons, the little piano in the dark sitting room will once more pour out the pure tenderness of the waltz...