When the poetry discovered Tango...

Far from Buenos Aires

With a heavy grimace,
old, sad, and worthless,
walking with a slow step
I’m carrying my grief.
Far from the big city
that has seen me flourish,
in the strangest streets
I feel my soul start to darken.
No one sees my end,
nor do they care about my grief,
no one wants my friendship,
I’m alone with my bitterness.
And so I’ve wandered
since the day I arrived
when after a crazy dream
I abandoned everything, everything.

And wandering aimlessly suddenly I started,
when I head a recording of that tango:
'Waiter, bring another glass,'
that was sung by Carlos Gardel.
And hearing it I remembered everything from the past,
the happy years of my youth,
my old lady, my gang of friends,
my old girlfriend that I abandoned.
Tango, that brings such memories!
My Buenos Aires, I want to cry!
Oscar Rubens, 1942