Last Tango in Paris

Young and fool,
I hated you for what you did do,
I hated you for what you didn’t do,
no real ground for that,
I mean,
we all have a piano in the living room,
with nobody playing.
Now I’m old like an eastern wine,
and I don’t have time,
now i wish people asked me about you,
so I’d tell them how the slave became king.
Father,
would you share my last tango in Paris?
would you help me be the dust
on the land of my daughters,
and their daughters,
because you are the past
and the future.
You are everywhere.

Thilleli G.

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