Volver
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“VOLVER”y un paseo por Buenos Aires
Carlos Gardel
Pero mejor NO
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VOLVERYo adivino el parpadeo
de las luces que a lo lejos, van marcando mi retorno...
Son las mismas que alumbraron, con sus pálidos reflejos, hondas horas de dolor.
Y aunque no quise el regreso, siempre se vuelve al primer amor. La quieta calle donde el eco dijo:
Tuya es su vida, tuyo es su querer, bajo el burlón mirar de las estrellas
que con indiferencia hoy me ven volver... Volver,
con la frente marchita, las nieves del tiempo platearon mi sien...
Sentir... que es un soplo la vida, que veinte años no es nada,
que febril la mirada errante en la sombras te busca y te nombra.
Vivir, con el alma aferrada a un dulce recuerdo, que lloro otra vez... Tengo miedo del encuentro con el pasado que vuelve a enfrentarse con mi vida... Tengo miedo de las noches que, pobladas de recuerdos, encadenan mi soñar... Pero el viajero que huye tarde o temprano detiene su andar... Y aunque el olvido, que todo destruye, haya matado mi vieja ilusión, guardo escondida una esperanza humilde,
que es toda la fortuna de mi corazon. Vivir... con el alma aferrada a un dulce recuerdo que lloro otra vez... Usa ahora el ratón