Those silly lovely ladies,
spontaneous as honey jazz,
Their love, caressing upon the shore,

Their tender solitudes,
Velvet sanctuaries for one anothers,
Laughter, kisses, and sighs,
Glowing like the moon,
With their gypsy fishnet thighs,

Those silly lovely ladies,
Swaying, bowing, and lounging,
Like solemn and giddy flowers,
Their still silhouettes,
With its mango curvatures,
Lofty and down to earth,
As exquisite stars,
Sparkling,
They dance within their robes,
of jazz and mirth,
In the lighthouses nostalgia,
and sweet romance,

Vast ocean,
of fountain waves serene,
Their love soothes like sublime cream,
As they hymn,
Ah, crescent kissed waves,
Ah, crescent caressed waves
Reynaldo Casison