The moon danced,
With the tambourine winds,
Into the evening vineyard,
Needing a mistress,
And relief from the sun,
The ballerina,
Gazed deeply,
Into the moon,
The moon gazed,
Deeply,
Into the ballerina,
So lovingly,
They undressed,
One anothers clouds,
The moon,
Caressed her dancer body,
Sigh Ballerina, sigh,
With me, shined the moon,
The moon danced,
Through the vineyard,
With the ballerina,
A sweet, intimate ballet,
By her long hem,
And hair,
As the song and evening,
became infinite,
With her beauty,
Nightingales sing it,
To one another,
From mango to maple tree,
The ballerina,
Came sweetly, danced,
deeply into the vineyard,
So sweetly and deeply,
Her beauty, came and danced,
Into the moon, high in the sky,
Intimate as her hem,
And their honey,
Became the vineyards sighs
Reynaldo Casison