3-4-8 Corrientes Street, second floor, elevator. There are no doormen or neighbors, inside, cocktails and love... A little flat furnished in maple, A piano, a mat and a nightstand; a telephone to answer, a victrola that cries old tangos of my youth, and a cat that's made of porcelain so it won't meow at love.
And all in half light... For love is a wizard! In half light the kisses, In half light the two of us. And all in half light, twilight inside... What soft velvet, the half light of love!
12-24 Juncal Street, call without fear; In the afternoon, tea with pastries; at night, tango and song. On Sundays, a tea dance; on Mondays, desolation.
The little house has everything: cushions and sofas; and like a drugstore... coke! Carpets that make no sound and a table set for love.