FLOR DE
FANGO.

Woman, I have known you for a long time, forgive me if I tell you that I saw you come into the world... Your cradle was a tenement lit by kerosene. At just fourteen years of age you gave yourself to revelry, the delights of tango... You liked jewelry, fashionable dresses and champagne parties.

Then you became the little sweetheart of an old apothecary, and the son of a police chief took all your money... Your decline began, you pawned your jewels and rented a little room in a boarding house.

You became a popular stage singer, you went through strange times, and through so many disappointments you were left with a broken heart.

Your life was like a lily... with anguish and suffering one burden alone weighed you down... You had not a single comfort in the world... You lacked your mother's love. You were a beauty of the mud, and the delights of a tango dragged you away from your room. Your friends deceived you, and those very friends ruined you, night after night amid the revels.

Woman, I have known you for a long time, forgive me if I tell you that I saw you come into the world... Your cradle was a tenement lit by kerosene. At just fourteen years of age you gave yourself to revelry, the delights of a tango... You liked jewelry, fashionable dresses and champagne parties.