Hi!Does anyone know of a Spanish poem about Slow Tango?

Question

Prefably one that will warm the heart....
Thank you!

Answer 1

Slow Tango by Silvia Antonia Brandon Pérez

Today i'll master but one tango step,
and practice all the ones I learned before,
in the second room, while little girls en pointe
paint timid circles on the splintered wood
amidst a gaggle of gossiping mothers
waiting for rain, for love, for anything
to break the litany of dishes,
dirty clothes and sweat

i cannot forget the smell of your laughter
by the scorching sands of the mediterranean,
old burnished floors of umber wood
in your father's house, mountain and sea
but one remembrance, your eyes greener
than first growth in april, your smile
the envy of seagulls, a wistful
sighing of doting women in

faded aprons, walking along
fractured sidewalks, geraniums
in bright red clusters on the walls,
your eyebrows gathered in a frown of thunder
in bad weather, which lasted but one hour
and you a smell of lavender regrets
trellised along your poet's words
climbing the windows and the minutes

i ate of your words, slept with your roses
dreamt in the language of your father
a poem bleeding for days before its birth
clouds and old sand and bitter marigolds
inside me someone waited for a sign
for the opening of the door
for the practiced tango step

today i will learn but one new tango step

Answer 2

You asked for a Spanish poem and I hope that one by a Mexican poet will be acceptable.

EL SON DEL CORAZÓN by Ramón López Velarde

Una música intima no cesa
porque transida en un abrazo de oro
la Caridad con el Amor se besa.

¿Oyes el diapasón del corazón?
Oye en su nota múltiple el estrépito
de los que fueron y de los que no son.

Mis hermanos de todas las centurias
reconocen en mi su pausa igual,
sus mismas quejas y sus propias furias.

Soy la fronda parlante en que se mece
el pecho germinal del bardo druida
con la selva por diosa y por querida.

Soy la alberca lumínica en que nada,
como perla debajo de una lente,
debajo de las linfas. Scherezada.

Y soy el suspirante cristianismo
al hojear las bienaventuranzas
de la virgen que fue mi catecismo.

Y la nueva delicia, que acomoda
sus hipnotismos de color de tango
al figurín y al precio de la moda.

La redondez de la Creación atrueno
cortejando a las hembras y a las cosas
con un clamor pagano y nazareno.

¡Oh, Psiquis, oh mi alma: suena a son
moderno, a son de selva, a son de orgía
y a son marino, el son del corazón.!

Answer 3

Kiss, slow
showing full passion
upon heated skin
lust full force
sin?

Touch, fragile
love like glass
shatters the imperfect wall
around my heart
lie?

Dance, lover
weaving the spell
binding me tighter
to that special hell
love?

Music, gentle
weaving that hesitant harmony
jeweled tones, full chords
shiver in ecstacy
brother?

Love, you
in crystalline accord with everything
breathe in
life?