It has returned:
winter, with its white veil—
the frost has already begun to sparkle
in my loveless life.
Profound agony
that makes me understand
that it is terrible
to find yourself alone.
And when I see
how the cold winds of desolation
gust through my heart
I want to weep.
Because my soul carries
the mists of a winter
that I cannot banish today…
Enrique Cadícamo (1900 - 1999) Argentina
Translated by Derrick Del Pillar
Source: The Poetry of the Tango
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