TANGO
AMIGO.

This tango, pouring out the emotion of its lament, goes straight, with its voice, to strike your heart. It is more than a tango, something like a lament, the voice of feeling, a true confession. It is the cry of a love, the clamour of a dream, a tormented thought that finds an echo in my song. And you do not understand this voice which, in my throat, trembles as it sings and sobs with passion.

Tango, my friend, may your sweet melody confide my dreams to my beloved, and may that love still be able to dispel the sorrow of my soul. Tango, my friend, on the wings of the winds I shall carry you with my pain, and may the throbbing tremor of your voice always speak to my beloved of my love.

I wish that, feeling the fervour of these notes, you would understand that my life is only life with your love. If you lifted me, with compassion, when I fell, tell my aching soul not to lose its courage. This tango is the beating of my poor heart, a grateful offering to the one who was my salvation. But if I am never to occupy your thoughts, I do not know whether, in my torment, I shall find acceptance.