It\'s a damp cold evening,
The green of the Maple leaves,
Is changing its dress to gold,
Before they like us become stars
It is a lush warm evening
The lovely lady relaxes
With her autumn wine,
The necklace of further Sparkling
Evenings, kisses the curves,
Of her body, like wings kisses
Curvatures of a lake,
She drinks her wine,
Like songs drinks in rhythms,
The necklace of further evenings,
Sparkling in its solemn mellow bliss
Reynaldo Casison