POSTMODERN TANGO
The world is a not-so-round
leather ball diving down,
globally globalizing
like a Sheryl Crow song in a Uruguayan airport,
like an old Alain Delon movie in a Japanese hotel,
like a teenage crowd in Sydney’s Chinatown
The world is a not-so-round
leather ball diving down,
like a sleepy goal-bound cross,
idly dropping for no one
till the day comes,
when it stops falling down
when it stops bouncing on empty,
till the day comes,
when it stops turning,
when it will be no longer
© Eytán Lasca,
December 2021
Transadaption from “Tango posmoderno”
https://www.loscuentos.net/cuentos/link/444/444772/full/
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