The first time I heard that piece of music I did in a dark garden accompanied by family members who do not see much of a bulky good-natured voice which was also drawn from life by the whims of the universe. He did not understand its significance (how could I?), But some words were tattooed on my mind, like those hieroglyphics which nobody understands and which have nevertheless stood the test of time. Disguised melancholy indifference, words whose real meaning was numb for a few solemn chords and sarcasm, all that captivated me grouchy bellows that tune by saying, "Do not ever expect aid or a hand, or a favor."
was absurd, after all, that those words they had a connection with reality. How could anyone tell the truth when he said "you'll see that everything is a lie, you will see that nothing is love? Sure, there have been so long since that dark Sunday (or was it Monday? Do not know!) And I lost my glasses of innocence, those that allowed me to cure myopia of solitude. There are times when, driving down the highway of life, I inevitably turn the mirror of the past so useless and I would find a way back. Why? Do not think for something in particular determining or useful. In fact the only thing I would do is enjoy the same evening, now understanding the truth of the tangos challenging and perhaps ask for something in particular (I can think of "Cambalache") to that character, laughing carefree and indulgent night shadows I had no idea (or maybe yes?) that his life would not be as long as he could have wanted.
"The meaning of this story? None, probably. After all, pretending that there is any significance has been the first big lie that made us swallow. But as the same tango: "When world does not care "and that really is a great truth.
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