Within the fountain starry skies,
at Midnight,
you are a salsa rose,
and your vibrancies and curves,
are the way I adore them,
You are sublime, simply sublime,
Vineyard woman,
and in your sway,
our infinite melodies hymn,

The ethereal moon of your soul,
Kisses your crescent hips,
with my love,
Your fine wine is exquisite,
from sultry stilletos to honey brow,
Ah, gypsy of my Midnight hymns,
How salsa dreams caresses us,
sweet and sublime,

You are sublime, exquisitely sublime,
I hymn your Beauty with the shimmer,
Of sighing waves,
In the evenings sensuous winds,
And it moors in our Moonlights love,
Seamtress gold of your mango bosom,
Your Beautys treasures,
gifts you and the world,
with shimmering diamonds,
As though you are exotic honey,

You are sweet and sultry,
Within the ethereal candles,
of our hymns,
And our candles of hymns,
Are intimate and vast,
As the Rose stars in the Garden skies,

The love within our Soul,
is reborn,
on our shores of your crescent hips,
of velvet pleasures,
Within your honey hips,
of velvet pleasures,
The vineyard of salsa dreams,
Sweetly dances and unwinds
Reynaldo Casison