The evening light,
Caresses,
her like a cabaret and still rose,

Her tenderness,
Dances,
In its loving waves,

And we love,
The luminous beauty,
Of her gaze,
Through these lonely days,

Her love,
Through the velvet curtains,
Of the evening light,
Embraces like rose petals,
And warm moons,

Her willow body,
Svelte and voluptuous,
As iris fields and deep sonata hills,

The evening light,
Caresses,
Her like a cabaret and damp iris,

Our sighs gallop,
Like crescent moons,
To the sweet shores,
of her loveliness
Reynaldo Casison