Silueta Porteña

Cuando tu pasas caminando por las tardes,
repiqueteando tu taquito en la vereda,
marcas compases de cadencias melodiosas
de una milonga juguetona y callejera.

Y en tus vaivenes pareciera la bailaras,
asi te miren y te miren los que quieran,
porque tu llevas en tu cuerpo la arrogancia
y el majestuoso ondular de los porteños.

Tardecita criolla, de limpido cielo,
bordado de nubes, llevas en tu pelo
Vinchita argentina que es todo tu orgullo…
Y cuanto sol tienen esos ojos tuyos!

Y los piropos que te dicen los muchachos,
como florcitas que a tu paso te ofrecieran
que las recoges y que enredas en tu pelo,
junto a la vincha con que adornas tu cabeza.

Dice tu cuerpo tu arrogancia y tu cadencia
y tus taquitos provocando en la vereda:
Sos el espiritu criollo hecho silueta
y te coronan la más guapa y más porteña.

 

Silhouette of Buenos Aires

 

When you are walking through the streets,
tapping your heels upon the sidewalk
you set the beat of the melodious lilt
of a playful milonga from the street.

And in your to-and-fro one’d think you were dancing to it
it’s no matter if people look, let whomever look
because you carry with you the haughty self-respect
and the majestic sway of girls from Buenos Aires.

Little creole evening, of pristine skies
embroidered by clouds; you wear in your hair
the Argentine ardonement that is your pride
And how much sun there is in those eyes of yours!

The admiring compliments that the young men give you;
they are like flowers offered every step you take
you pick them up and tie them to your hair,
next to the adornement you use on your head.

Your body speaks of arrogance and your rhythm
and your provocative heels upon the sidewalk
I am the Buenos Aires spirit turned into a silhouette
and they crown you the most good-looking, most Porteña girl

Little creole evening, of pristine skies
embroidered by clouds; you wear in your hair
the Argentine ardonement that is your pride
And how much sun there is in those eyes of yours!