I lost my heart: music and singing.
I found new music in poetry.
I was born y still live in Argentina. I`m 46. I used to sing in a proffessional chamber choir. We perfomed twenty century`s music. After 12 years, two european tours, famous concerts, famous threaters, international awards, two failed marriages, I felt I could not keep going. My daughter is now sixteen and she`s just decided to live with her father. I`m alone again. I now sing in a small choir, but the better years of my life are gone. Poetry soothes my pain, for how long? I don`t know.
Up there, she stands,
beatifull, silent, proud,
jungled mountains dance around her,
as constelations pass by.
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* Jacarandá: typical tree in Buenos Aires, which flowers are mauve.
Spread all over the city,
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One certain truth I feel,
heavily, stony firm:
everything that now is,
uncertain future has.
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