EKNMO B3
STRADA ANFOSA
BARI MY HEART
TANGO JALOUSIE AND ALL THAT JAZZ
TANGO FOR BAD PEOPLEEN LA MADRUGADA
As my voice fades away
the tango builds a stairway
shining like a tear
for you to return
but your dark eyes
frighten me more
than your bitter skin of autumn
under the moon -
And in this hour
of fine sandy light
with my heart so full of roses
I find an unknown street
that sings the only music
of my life
while I'm deep in a dream
of loosing you -
Outside the sad trees
announce the day
while the smoke from my cigarette
caresses the heaven
and the plains
just like the way
you moved on the floor -
Finn Nielsen ©1984
ENTRE DOS CIELOSComo si alguien ha paseado allí
esperando volver a la vida breve.
Ramón Larsen
THE FORGOTTEN ART
Inside the plains
like thin branches of shadows
chained together by the sun
we define ourselves
with the knife between our teeth
as mystery, legend,
ecstatic course which can be held
between our hands.
Full of the eagle-like intensity
of this raw life
the confidence was conquered
in high and bright shining days
distant and enormous
as the humming of the blood
in the eternity in a woman's foot.
The eyes complete with
the heavy stones of the
forgotten art
- eardrums explode
in the forgotten ports of the underdogs
- the Queen of Sadness
leads the herds of instincts
through the corte de mangas of dawn.
And inside us blows
the lurching landscapes of Tijuana
hobo-flat facing
the virgin necks of the coasts:
immeasurable alleys of noon.
This is the music
shaped by the slow rotations
of ecstasy,
famished, painful, difficult,
liberating, master of time,
withdrawing its pictures.
And we are searching
among the sleeping plateaus,
the mighty winds,
in the shadow of the clear expression
of a forgotten art.
Finn Nielsen
Copenhagen December 12, 1977