If love had sung inside
of us, maybe we would
have heard it. You know,
my darling, that love never
sings, never, until it is required.
Even if it had sung inside
of us like an old flamenco
tango, we would still have
learned to dance its sorrow.
You know so well that to dance
and to go on is all we can do.
beautiful poem...love can keep us alive even when it is old...
I'm a sucker for old songs and the memories they bring...so, the title got me...I can read so many angles to this poem...the ones that struck however, are the last ones...I see someone somewhere, anywhere who would not want the dance to end, quoting you someday...same as 'if music be the food...' was so quoted and now torn to shred.
Like it alot, but I'm not sure a flamenco is a tango and not a seperate dance altogether. I could be wrong, of course. The intimacy of the voice is unquestionable, though, and very attractive. MM
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hard times never allow one to sing one's love! Only one can dance with the beloved as consolation and go on one's way for the good of all! But love only lives in heart ever! Nice play!