Reel 2 Loca de Amor (Biagi) Kata Zuñiga y Gonzalo Angeles. La Mordidita #tango 20jun25

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En los anchos de montes frondosos do la vida pasara el paisano, vaga sola en el suelo pampeano una loca con lánguida faz; esta loca que en tiempos pasados habitara en las horas de amores hoy esparce sus tiernos clamores en la Pampa que duerme en la paz. Esa gentil escultura que a la virgen fue copiada, hoy ya se encuentra bañada por un profundo dolor; la magnánima dulzura de su voz, casi no suena y al sonar pinta la pena que le ha causado el amor. A los rayos del sol que iluminan el sendero que va atravesando con su llanto lo va tapizando que en torrentes le brota al llorar, el cabello, en los hombros reposa, de la boca, color rubicela y es su talle gentil de gacela lo sublime que deja extasiar. Llámase Lola, la loca del paisano condolida y en el pago conocida por una “loca de amor” a Marcelo le quería, pero la patria adorada lo llamó cuando ultrajada se vio por el invasor. Hace un año que el grito de guerra a la tumba a Marcelo ha llevado y de herencia en el mundo ha dejado a la niña que loca volvió. Pobre Lola, que tierna adoraba sus primeros ardientes amores, que son lacios los bellos fulgores que el amor en su pecho dejó. Un día que la locura a su extremo había llegado, Lola se había abrazado la corona con ardor; pero al abrazo tan fuerte se la vio que se extinguía, quedando en la tumba fría muerta la Loca de amor.

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In the broads of lush mountains where the countryman spent his life, wanders alone in the pampean soil a madwoman with a languid face; this madwoman who in times past who in times gone by used to dwell in the hours of love today she spreads her tender cries in the Pampa that sleeps in peace. That gentle sculpture that was copied to the virgin today is already bathed by a deep pain; the magnanimous sweetness of her voice, almost does not sound and when it sounds it paints the sorrow that love has caused her. To the rays of the sun that illuminate the path she crosses with her weeping she covers it with her tears that in torrents gushes from her as she cries, her hair rests on her shoulders, her mouth, the color of rubicella and it's her gentle gazelle waistline the sublime that leaves ecstatic. Her name is Lola, the madwoman of the condoled countryman and in the payment known for a "madwoman of love". she loved Marcelo, but the adored homeland called him when it was outraged by the invader. It has been a year since the war cry has taken Marcelo to his grave and as an inheritance in the world has left the girl who returned mad. Poor Lola, how tenderly she adored her first ardent loves, that the beautiful gleams that love left in her bosom. that love left in her breast. One day when madness had reached its extreme, Lola had embraced the crown with ardor; but in such a strong embrace she was seen to be extinguished, and she lay in the cold tomb dead, the Madwoman of love.