Tango de los Desaparecidos
(John Raymond Pollard)
2005-07-16

They say any dream can come true.
We shall meet again, my long-lost lover,
Out on the Pampas, under the moon
Or in a Plaza in sweet Buenos Aires at noon.

Tango rhythms reach my poor heart.
You were stunning, young; I your vaquero.
In the Recoleta, near by the park
We sipped our mate and talked until long after dark.

As many disappeared not many years ago
You were wise to hide instead of fight,
To set out with a new name on false documents.
Our parting kiss was passionate that night.

Oh, my dearest love, where are you --
Hiding in the hills outside Cordoba,
In Patagonia, or in Brasil?
Hurry home, darling, know that I wait for you still.

As Picasso captured the stars
I shall paint the sky with our rainbow
Seven pure colors, spun from clear light
When you return they will brighten our day and our night.

So many disappeared not many years ago.
You were wise to hide instead of fight,
But now it’s safe, and, so, I beg you, hurry home.
We’ll rekindle passion every night.

They say any dream can come true…