My Tango Diaries

Over at Alex.Tango.Fuego 's blog, I found out poet and novelist Mario Benedetti had died. Alex posted Bandoneon - a moving and appropriate work, I think. Here is another one I've always loved from Only in the Meantime , translated by Harry Morales. You can read a large portion of that book on Google Books' site here: http://tinyurl.com/qyjfed God Willing It's true, somewhat silent trees surround me, they appear on the landscape as if they're searching for me but I also look for myself and have desperately forgotten my lips. I've just returned from the last silence and God was present or something like God punctually desolating my dream. I suffered like one suffers, very happily, lying here on the land, almost uninhabited, asking, not asking, letting myself be taken. And God was present, or something like God intentionally disenchanting my solitude. Nevertheless now I'm surrounded by the relatives in my deserted world: the brother sky, the sister afternoon, t...