The storm of the years
has whitened your head,
dear bright-eyed mother
who lives and breathes for me.
And Santa Rosa has come—
it’s your Saint’s day
and I want to give you a kiss
more than I ever have before.
A vaporous sprite waters the gardens,
spring is already coming—
another winter has passed now.
And all over the world
mother of mine,
everything is dressed in rose pink
as though it were singing your name
as I happily sing:
May I never miss
your tender caress—
all I need in life
is to feel your warmth.
May I never miss
the light from your eyes—
they clear up my nights
of bloody pain.
May I never miss
your consoling voice—
oh dear mother,
you ease my suffering.
Because I assure you
when that day comes
I will want wings like yours
so I can fly away too.
Hector Marcó (Hector Sunday Marcolongo) (1906 - 1987) Argentina
Translated by Derrick Del Pilar
Source: Poesía de gotán: The Poetry of the Tango
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