Golden palm trees,
Along the coast,
Stoic and carefree,
Maple ones,
Shedding the golden dress,
Of its leaves,
Rhythms naked,
As autumn reveries,
As the mediteranean sea,
And its seashells,
Lyrical waves, and stars,
Are dreaming to penelope,
With goya sunsets and van gogh,
Starry nights
Reynaldo Casison