Greetings Hive Open Mic friends, for this week 61 with the theme of Retry, beautiful memories of my childhood in my grandparents' house came to my mind, you see, I had the joy of growing up together with my uncles as one of his brothers in this house built by my grandfather Carlos Teodoro Linares Betancourt, to whom he listened every weekend together with his brothers to sing various tangos, an activity started by my great-grandfather Eustasio Linares, who at the time was a renowned musician from the State of Aragua - Venezuela.
Esta es particularmente una canción que me costó mucho, no por la dificultad de la misma, sino porque estoy en la casa de mi abuela y mi abuelo maternos y especialmente este tema que elegí, el Tango "Volver" de Carlos Gardel es una canción que escuché durante toda mi infancia, entonces se mezclan dos cosas las cuales son el reintentar las cosas que es el tema de la semana y el recuerdo y las emociones que surgieron en mí, más aún se hace especial porque estoy acompañado de mi tío querido 
This is particularly a song that cost me a lot, not because of the difficulty of it, but because I am in the house of my maternal grandmother and my grandfather and especially this song that I chose, the Tango "Volver" by Carlos Gardel is a song that I heard all my childhood, Then two things are mixed which are retrying the things that is the theme of the week and the memory and emotions that arose in me, even more it becomes special because I am accompanied by my dear uncle
Volver
Yo adivino el parpadeo de las luces que a lo lejos
Van marcando mi retorno
Son las mismas que alumbraron con sus pálidos reflejos
Hondas horas de dolor
Y aunque no quise el regreso
Siempre se vuelve al primer amor
La vieja calle donde le cobijo
Tuya es su vida, tuyo es su querer
Bajo el burlón mirar de las estrellas
Que con indiferencia
Hoy me ven volver
Volver
Con la frente marchita
Las nieves del tiempo platearon mi sien
Sentir
Que es un soplo la vida
Que veinte años no es nada
Que febril la mirada
Errante en las sombras, te busca y te nombra
Vivir
Con el alma aferrada
A un dulce recuerdo que lloro otra vez
Tengo miedo del encuentro con el pasado que vuelve
A enfrentarse con mi vida
Tengo miedo de las noches que pobladas de recuerdos
Encadenen mi soñar
Pero el viajero que huye
Tarde o temprano detiene su andar
Y aunque el olvido que todo destruye
Haya matado mi vieja ilusión
Guardo escondida una esperanza humilde
Que es toda la fortuna de mi corazón
Volver
Con la frente marchita
Las nieves del tiempo platearon mi sien
Sentir
Que es un soplo la vida
Que veinte años no es nada
Que febril la mirada
Errante en las sombras, te busca y te nombra
Vivir
Con el alma aferrada
A un dulce recuerdo que lloro otra vez
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I guess the flickering of the lights that in the distance
They are marking my return
They are the same ones that lit up with their pale reflections
Hours of pain
And although I did not want the return
He always turns to first love
The old street where I shelter him
Yours is her life, yours is her love
Under the mocking gaze of the stars
That with indifference
Today they see me come back
Return
With the withered forehead
The snows of time silver my temple
Feel
That life is a breath
That twenty years is nothing
How feverish the look
Wandering in the shadows, she seeks you and names you
Live
With the soul clinging
To a sweet memory that I cry again
I am afraid of the encounter with the past that returns
To face my life
I'm afraid of the nights that are full of memories
Chain my dream
But the traveler who flees
Sooner or later it stops its walk
And although the oblivion that everything destroys
I have killed my old illusion
I keep hidden a humble hope
That is all the fortune of my heart
Return
With the withered forehead
The snows of time silver my temple
Feel
That life is a breath
That twenty years is nothing
How feverish the look
Wandering in the shadows, she seeks you and names you
Live
With the soul clinging
To a sweet memory that I cry again