~~*~~*~~*~~*~~ Julio Iglesias - At half light Corrientes three-four-eight, second floor, elevator There are no doormen nor neighbors. Inside, cocktail and love. Loft furnished by Maple: piano, rug and nightlamp, a telephone that answers, a fonograph that cries old tangos of my flower and a porcelain cat that can't mew the love. And everything at half light that love is a sorcerer... At half light the kisses... At half light the two of us... And all at half light... interior twilight... What a soft velvet the half light of love! ~~*~~*~~*~~*~~ Juncal twelve twentyfour Call without fear. On afternoons, tea with pastries; at night, tango and singing. On Sundays, tea dancing; on Mondays, emptiness... There is everything in the little house: pillows and sofas; like in a drugstore, coke; carpets muffling the sound and a table set for love. Transalated by Alberto Paz ~~*~~*~~*~~*~~