A piece of neighborhood, there in Pompeya/Slipping asleep on the side on the embankment/A lantern swinging around the wall/Along with the secret of goodbye which the coach echoes/A dog barking for the moon/Love hidden on a balcony/And the toads resounding in the lagoon/As well as in the space the voice in the bandoneon/Neighborhood of tango, moon a… Read More