Si existe un placer

es el de hacer el amor
el cuerpo rodeado de cuerdas
y los ojos cerrados por navajas de afeitar
- Benjamin Péret:

"Tango que habla de recuerdos,
gris amigo de añoranzas;
tango grave a cuya voz
se estremece el corazón
y se aviva la nostalgia".
(Carlos Bahr, Otro tango)

Autorretrato

Salvador de las Putas Tristes

I put a spell on you
Because you're mine.
I can't stand the things that you do.
No, no, no, I ain't lyin'. No.
I don't care if you don't want me
'Cause I'm yours, yours, yours anyhow.
Yeah, I'm yours, yours, yours.
I love you. I love you.

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Yeah....
I put a spell on you.
Lord! Lord! Lord!
....'Cause you're mine, yeah.
I can't stand the things that you do
When you're foolin' around.
I don't care if you don't want me.
'Cause I'm yours, yours, yours anyhow.
Yeah, yours, yours, yours!
I can't stand your foolin' around.
If I can't have you,
No one will!
I love you, you, you!
I love you. I love you. I love you!
I love you, you, you!
I don't care if you don't want me.
'Cause I'm yours, yours, yours anyhow.