A Media Luz
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A Media Luz
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Corrientes tres cuatro ocho,
segundo piso, ascensor;
no hay porteros ni vecinos
adentro, cocktel y amor.
Pisito que puso Maple,
piano, estera y velador...
un telefon que contesta,
una fonola que llora
viejos tangos de mi flor,
y un gato de porcelana
pa que no maulle al amor.
Y todo a media luz,
que es un brujo el amor,
a media luz los besos,
a media luz los dos...
Y todo a media luz,
crepusculo interior,
que suave terciopelo
la media luz de amor.
Juncal doce veinticuatro,
telefonea sin temor;
de tarde, te con masitas,
de noche, tango y amor;
los domingos, te danzante,
los lunes, desolacion.
Hay de todo en la casita:
almohadones y divanes
como en botica... coco,
alfombras que no hacen ruido
y mesa puesta al amor...
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Edgardo Donato performs "A Media Luz", and this lyric page sits inside the Edgardo Donato catalog on LyroVerse.
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