Two songs porteñas Jorge Luis Borges
Someone tells al Tango I have been dancing Tango against a yellow sunset, by those who could of another dance, the knife.
Tango of that Maldonado, less water mud Tango whistled passing since Davit chariot. Carefree and unhooked, always looked ahead. Tango you went bliss being man and being brave. Tango you were happy, as I also I have, according me account remembrance: remembrance were oblivion ...
Since that last many things we both have past!
Headings and sorrow, love and being unloved. I'll be dead and will follow bordering our lives. Buenos Aires not forget you,
Tango you were and will be ...
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