EL MOTIVO.

The woman who once was the loveliest milonga dancer, and on those tango nights was the queen of the revels. Today she has nothing to wear, neither shoes nor dresses; she is ill, and her companion has paid nothing toward her room.

Her great eyes no longer have those bright gleams, and the color in her face can be seen fading away. She is ill, she suffers and weeps, and realizes with sorrow that like this, ill and penniless, no one will love her anymore.

Poor girl who once had everyone mad about her, and knew how with a glance to awaken a passion. Today she has no one to come to her bedside out of affection. Poor girl of the outer neighborhoods, left with a broken heart!

And when from the bandoneons the notes of a tango are heard, that poor little flower of the mud feels vibrating in her soul the longing for other times, for pleasures and for loves; today they are only bitter sorrows that move her to tears!