tango me through wars and tears
until you sew my wounds and crack my lips
until children running in the streets
touch my body with their fears.
tango me through narrow hidden alleys
in which eternal lovers passionately kissed
against the coolness of gray walls in summer nights
play with my dreams like children play with kites.
tango me into your battered soul
until we feel the pain of ancient knives
teach me the moves of mystic loves
and tango me until the end of life.