Caresses

That hand that

Slow down on my chest

As a feather on the ice,

Is coming as flying butterfly

Where the hill rises with the Sun,

And I capture it and protect

Like a flower rare and enchanted

Far away, in the echo of a sigh

That I hear in the wind

I feel you're coming to me

While you seek me with your whole self

Without understanding that 

I have been always at your side

Por una Cabeza - Carlos Gardel

Sensations...

Feelings different from the usual,

feelings of well-being cleaned,

fished out of new things in the old,

odor of tobacco and sweat,

noise of heels female,

rustle of silken stockings,

voices soft and deep insights,

while a bandoneon intones

music which affects the heart

in a dance hall,

where the Tango takes care of you.

(copyright Misha-schiedam2014)