Reflections
The following pages present a series of reflections and observations about the Lenzi lyric to Donato's tango. They follow the verses of the lyric sequentially as I feel that reading the pages as they refer to the verses is the only way they make sense: each page building on the previous one, as it were. However, for the sake of the occasional random search, I have included below individual links to all the verses.
Part 1
Corrientes three, four, eight.
Second floor, elevator.
There are no doormen or neighbours,
Inside, cocktails and love.
A little flat furnished by Maple,
A piano, a mat and a side-table;
A telephone that answers,
A Victrola that cries
Old tangos of my youth,
And a cat made of porcelain, so it won't meow at love.
Part 2
Juncal twelve, twenty-four. Call without fear;
In the afternoon, tea with pastries;
At night, tango and love.
On Sundays, tea dances; On Mondays, desolation.
The little house has everything:
Cushions and sofas;
Like at the drugstore... coke!
Carpets that make no sound
And a table set for love.