In the sleeping silence of autumn
under the hurricane trees
there is a heart racing its beats
still encouraged by the warm welcome
That you gave him in the warm summer sun

I don't know if it was your smile
or that look of a spring poppy,
that she told me one afternoon
that I must take you in my memory.

Your serene voice of calm seas
your tropical horizon climate
and those eyes of the full moon
and disguise of...