Every week feels so long
when you are not close to me!
I don’t know what superhuman powers
give my life meaning, so far from you.
Now that the light of my hope is dead,
I am like a shipwreck at sea.
I know that I am lost beyond the horizon,
but I just can’t accept that…
Oh…how sad it is to recall
after so much love
the joy that is gone now…
the flower of dreams,
our passion, has wilted…
Oh…forget all my scorn!
Come back, sweet one,
to our love
and once again
our desire will blossom
like that flower…
Mario Battistella (1893 - 1968) Italy
Translated by Derrick Del Pilar
Source: Poesía de gotán: The Poetry of the Tango
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