Flamenco show at the plaza,
Lovely ladies galore,
ornate dresses,
with passionate flowing hems,
Sweet solemn strum of the guitar,
The autumn crowd,
is quiet and warm as summer leaves,

Hands with dancers,
clapping rhythmically,
Like bongos,
Percussion of stilettos and heels,
Rose petals strewn,
upon the plaza lawn,
Gardens within their souls,

Ole, ole,
Fervor of warm breezes,
mango melodies caress,
Love flowing,
within the improvised,
and graceful sway of their dress,
Deep stars and gypsy moon,

Ole, ole,
The autumn plaza crowd,
within their mesmerized stillness,
is moved like mist to tears and cheers,

Ole, ole,
The flamenco dancers,
Hair, short, long, and flowing,
Sleek as exotic shore waves,
Are twirling their fans,
to the sighs and romance of their hems,
the adept and passionate kisses,
An intimate ballad and dance,

Ole, ole,
The lovely ladies,
and the warm and chill plaza crowd,
In a sublime romantic trance,

Ole, ole,
Sweet violins are playing,
And,
dreaming within the moonlight
Reynaldo Casison