A media luz

Corrientes 3, 4, 8,
second floor, elevator.
No doormen or neighbors.
Inside, cocktail and love.
Maple put on the floor:
piano, mat and bedside table,
a telephone that answers,
a Victrola that cries
old tangos of my flower
and a porcelain cat
so it won't meow at love.

And all in half light,
that love is a sorcerer,
in the half light the kisses,
half-light the two.
And all in the half light
inner twilight.
What a soft velvet
the half-light of love!

Juncal 12, 24
Telephone without fear.
In the afternoon, tea and biscuits;
at night, tango and singing.
On Sundays, dancing teas;
Mondays, desolation,
There is everything in the little house:
cushions and divans;
eat at the apothecary, coconut;
carpets that don't make noise
and table set for love.