malena soaks each tango with her soul’s story and every other songstress is instantly forgot the incense of her sorrows wafts through the barrio malena and the squeezebox, their sigh is one once a girl with who sang lightly like sunshine now her rust-colored strains sweep the alleys how’d it happen? buy her a couple of tintos she’ll shiver, get weepy, and maybe she’ll tell. malena’s lips lets loose each eerie tango her body breathes the pain of those hell-bellows your song is laced with the chill of the final encounter your song’s infused with the musk of old roomfuls of memories maybe torture’s finally blossoming here in your voice at the barest hint of one of your tangos, malena, I can taste your excruciating soul. your eyes swim the seascraping depths of human oblivion your jaw an unhappy, fatalistic cast your hands all a-flutter like freezing peace-birds your veins pump with the blood of that bandoneón your tangos are orphaned creatures poor things, they haunt the alleys do battle with the blankness we totally forget them, curled in cozy cheerful homes. malena’s shattered tango is my redemption we surrender to this terror of bandoneón
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