Milonga Por Él
Entre las luces del escenario
se alza la firme sombra de un hombre
que se revuelve entre las guitarras
con voz de chelo y acento noble
Marca su gesto, brazo en el aire,
un violín Becho que al amor nombra
y en un adagio que lo estremece
mezcla su sangre con la milonga
Su canto hiere, su canto manda,
su queja es pura pero acompaña,
corazón solo por el planeta
sembrando flores en la tormenta
Y ya se enciende y es más gigante
la luz certera de su canción
y su ternura dura y serena
nos abre un surco en el corazón
Mientras lo aplauden él sigue quieto,
guarda su cara de las sonrisas
y no hay bordona que lo consuele
de sus amores, ni las cenizas
Milonga for Him
Amid the stage lights
rises the strong shadow of a man
who writhes among the guitars
with a cello's voice and noble tone.
He strikes a pose, arm in the air,
a Becho violin that names love
and in an adagio that shakes him
mixes his blood with the milonga.
His song cuts deep, his song commands,
his lament is pure but it accompanies,
a lonely heart across the planet
planting flowers in the storm.
And now it ignites and grows larger,
the sharp light of his song
and his tender strength, calm and steady,
carves a groove in our hearts.
While they applaud, he stays still,
keeps his face away from the smiles
and there’s no bass string to console him
for his loves, nor the ashes.