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Compilation of famous tango scores like Volver, Adios muchachos, malena, they look like old sheets of paper. Made in Photoshop CS2. Comments and crits are appreciated! Enjoy.
By the way here is a translation of one of the finest tango ever.
Return ( Volver)
I suspect the flicker
of the lights that far away,
guide me through my returning.
Those are the same that shone on me,
with their pale reflections,
deep hours of pain.
And though I didn't want to return,
one always gets back to the first love.
The quiet street where the wind said:
"Yours is her life, yours is her love",
under the mocking scrutiny of the stars
that with indifference today they see me back.
To return,
with a withered forehead,
the snows of time
grayed my temple.
To feel, that life is a breath,
that twenty years is nothing,
that hectic the look
wandering in the shadows
pursuits you and mentions you.
To live,
with the soul hooked on
a sweet memory
that I cry again.
I'm afraid of the encounter
with the past that's coming back
facing my life.
I'm afraid of the nights
that, populated with memories,
chain my sleep.
But the traveler that flees,
sooner or later stops.
And even though all destructing oblivion,
has killed my old illusion,
it saves a small hope hidden,
that is all the treasure of my heart.
MORE BRUSHES , PSD FILES AND VECTOR ART ALL FOR FREE AT [link] !!
By the way here is a translation of one of the finest tango ever.
Return ( Volver)
I suspect the flicker
of the lights that far away,
guide me through my returning.
Those are the same that shone on me,
with their pale reflections,
deep hours of pain.
And though I didn't want to return,
one always gets back to the first love.
The quiet street where the wind said:
"Yours is her life, yours is her love",
under the mocking scrutiny of the stars
that with indifference today they see me back.
To return,
with a withered forehead,
the snows of time
grayed my temple.
To feel, that life is a breath,
that twenty years is nothing,
that hectic the look
wandering in the shadows
pursuits you and mentions you.
To live,
with the soul hooked on
a sweet memory
that I cry again.
I'm afraid of the encounter
with the past that's coming back
facing my life.
I'm afraid of the nights
that, populated with memories,
chain my sleep.
But the traveler that flees,
sooner or later stops.
And even though all destructing oblivion,
has killed my old illusion,
it saves a small hope hidden,
that is all the treasure of my heart.
MORE BRUSHES , PSD FILES AND VECTOR ART ALL FOR FREE AT [link] !!
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