"El Abasto revivió" (Tango de Ariel Carrizo Pacheco)

THE ABASTO REVIVED Author and Composer ©: Ariel Carrizo Pacheco Performer Rights: Ariel Carrizo Pacheco (Registered Representative of SADAIC) THE ABASTO REVIVED (Tango) I The Abasto neighborhood in the eighties was a ghostly suburb; very few bars with slow-moving clientele, with cracked floors, and at the end a counter showing its age, a few cortados and mineral water. The tables worn down by card games, the arms of heavy players and the stubble. In the window, an old man sees the market once gigantic, now ruined and boarded up. The low houses with withered facades, the impish spirit of Carlitos running about… Sidewalks that lead to the time that now remains in a distant dimension. II And in the nineties you blossomed, I witnessed your growth: lavish shopping, bustling activity, new businesses… They shook your foundations! So many tourists, the Chata Cuatro… That the Morocho Museum exists on Jean Jaurés Street, is proof of his fond memory, like his statue with its melodious smile. I bis I see myself walking through your streets at the end of the eighties with Dad, who taught me epic details of times that will never return. The old textile factory sleeps, closed, very few people can be seen, a feline crosses the alley, instead of a handsome man with a fierce gaze… Even the light rests drowsily over the landscape that in its background holds the storm of tangos, and the clamor of a sea of ​​souls, carts, and now I sense, the magic of those years of cane in tin cans and the presence of Carlos Gardel… :::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Lyrics and Music: Ariel Carrizo Pacheco