Carlos Gardel
Miscellaneous
A Media Luz
Corrientes three four eight, second floor, elevator,
There are no doormen or neighbors, inside a love cocktail.
Little apartment that he put Maple, piano, mat and nightstand,
A telephone that answers, a phonola that cries,
Old tangos of my flower and a porcelain cat so that love doesn't meow.
And everything to half light, that love is a witch,
In half light the kisses, in half light the two.
And everything in half light, inner twilight,
How soft velvet the half light of love.
Juncal twelve twenty-four, telephone without fear,
In the afternoon tea with pastries, at night tango and love,
On Sundays dancing tea, on Mondays desolation.
There is everything in the house, pillows and couches like in an apothecary,
Coconut, rugs that don't make noise and a table set for love...

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