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Beatriz
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Beatriz
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Letra
[Verse 1] On the scorching February morning when Beatriz Viterbo died, After an imperious agony that yielded not one instant To sentimentality or fear, I noticed the iron panels Of Plaza Constitución had renewed some cigarette ad— The fact displeased me, for I grasped that the vast, incessant universe Was already drifting away from her, this change the first In an infinite series. [Verse 2] The universe will change, but I will not, I thought with melancholy vanity; I know my vain devotion once exasperated her; Now dead, I could devote myself to her memory, Without hope, but also without humiliation. I recalled that April 30th marked her birthday; To visit the house on Garay Street that day, To greet her father and cousin Carlos Argentino Daneri— A courteous, irreproachable act, perhaps inevitable. [Chorus] Again, I'd wait in the twilight of that cluttered little room, Study once more the details of her many portraits: Beatriz Viterbo in profile, vivid in colors; Beatriz masked at the 1921 carnival; Her first communion, pure and solemn; Beatriz on her wedding day to Roberto Alessandra; [Verse 3] Beatriz soon after the divorce, at the Hipico Club luncheon; Beatriz in Quilmes with Delia San Marco Porcel and Carlos Argentino; Beatriz with the Pekingese from Villegas Haedo; Beatriz full face and three-quarter profile, smiling, Hand on chin, eternal in that gaze... No longer obliged to justify my presence With modest book offerings—pages I finally learned to cut, Lest months later prove they lay untouched.