Fine painters,
Are painting canvases,
Like Moons with salsa dreams,
Fine dancers,
Are painting rhythms,
Like a Sun with pretty waves,
Fine Singers are painting,
Sweet melodies,
Like surreal stars,
With fine wine,
And champagne,
Decorating,
Caressing,
And Soothing our Souls,
With their infinite love
Reynaldo Casison
'Songs of Pleasures and longing'
Your beauty is a unique French rose,
In the moonlit garden of my love,
With your love,
Mend my heart,
And with love and roses,
It shall bend,
You always sway,
With sweet and exquisite rhythms,
Youre loosened,
When your love and hips are honey,
With the Beauty of your love,
Caress my soul,
And with our love and irises,
We'll feel some kind of whole,
Youre loosened,
When your love and soul,
Within my painterly gaze,
You are like sonata moonlit waterfalls,
Your curves and their honey,
Are the way I adore them,
You are sublime, exquisitely sublime,
Exotic woman with salsa ballerina hips,
And with your Beauty,
The hymns of our infinite love,
Gregarious as lake irises,
Dances in a sensuous stillness,
Your hands are like dove wings,
That warmly and serenely,
Kisses your sweet navel,
Where vineyard roses have dreamed
I want you to feel sublime,
Every Midnight, Salsa rose,
You are simply exquisite,
When you gaze at the Cabaret moon,
At the Cherry blossoms,
Of the sweet Spring,
At your window,
When you caress my love,
Like a tender bonfire,
Its ethereal embers,
And the mango honey of the maples,
Everything luminously glows,
Like the Moon,
With our love,
And everything that shimmers,
Your candles, the sparkling diamonds,
Our
She sways her deep lavendar cape,
Gently with an exquisite flourish,
Finely cultivated,
By a shimmering waltz,
Of vintage and modern eras,
A fine wine sensuousness,
Emanates from its curves,
From her leather riding boots,
To her sweet brows,
Her lavendar kissed eyelids,
Like melodies of loving rhythms,
Upon damp and warm,
Moonlit lakewaves,
Accentuates her iris sparkling corset,
And her Beauty is honey,
Like the way she s
Glide today, and youre all that I've got,
They say some love,
And honey cant be bought,
Our moon dreams with you,
And all the warm and cool things,
That you do,
Let me go so I can caress you sweet,
Feel you now, you've flown into my soul,
The moon dreams with you,
And your its fine wine that glows,
Glide in honey,
alone together we'll be,
I've tried my best,
And I dont know what else to do,
Everybodys nightingal
One palm like a comb,
Upon the hair of her silhouette,
Voluptuous with compassion,
In her green Spring groovy dress,
One palm,
Serenely,
Upon the heavenly jazz of her thigh,
Her Beauty glistening its rare honey,
To salsa into other svelte silhouettes,
That like her feel things deeply,
And sweetly,
Like fountains,
So honey comforts honey,
Replenishing their love,
Heel, mango bosom,
Still and Sultry gaze,
With the star
The sweet and glowing Moon,
That kisses your brow,
Will always shine,
Like the Moonlight,
You've sashayed upon the shore,
It always dances to your core,
The chill and starry nights,
That the winds have made champagne,
Has poured fountains of rain,
Something to soothe the pain,
Although I've always felt alone,
And wept like a guitar,
Many a Starry night,
Your Beauty was my Solitudes garden,
Just wanting its love t
Why is the grass so pretty green,
Under the lavendar sunset skies,
Mallards dont seem,
to have many cares,
About how they are, by the lake,
How does a duchess,
Begin again from last night,
In a new corset with red lipstick,
Vintage as roses,
The melody comes,
Like mist through the breeze,
While youre doing other things,
Moonlit diamonds,
Are sparkling upon waves,
Pretty horses seem to gallop,
Lovely pretty lady,
I want you to know,
How much I love you so,
Lady,
Youre so exquisite,
and lovely it hurts,
The way you sip your wine,
is like you so fine,
Your Beautys accent,
Kisses the Sublime,
And lady,
Though the stars seem quite far,
They with bouquets,
Kiss your brow,
And Pretty lady,
I want to thank you,
For your Beautys sweet rhythms,
Your love sighs,
Like the waves upon the shores
Enchanted,
Enchanted you are,
You are sweet,
as your crescent kissed hips,
Svelte in plaid,
Or naked,
holding an umbrella,
through the evening rain,
You have the fine curves,
Of a vineyard in March,
With its delight of blossoming,
The sunflowers feel,
With the honey rain,
Enchanted, you have the svelte poise,
Of a dolphin at peace,
In the damp moonlight,
The grace of a jazz ballet dancer,
In its r
She says how are you,
She says how are you,
With her exotic gaze,
to the Midnight moon,
It glows luminous with you,
It glows luminous with you,
She says how are you,
With her Crescent hips,
To the noonday Sun,
It shines,
Fine as you, fine and warm as you,
She says how are you,
She says how are you,
She says how are you,
With the wave of her hem,
To the moonkissed shore waves,
The waves hymn,
I've been gazing so long at the waves,
That they glimmer shimmers of you,
And sometimes they feel,
More real than the moon,
I've been dreaming so long,
That I feel these shimmers,
Are all that you are,
As I remember you,
Dancing sweet in the rain,
Swaying for your soul to glow,
And the rain kissed cascades,
Through your hair,
The way my love deeply longs,
And I still remember you,
Sashaying like sunflower gold,
Some may dream,
When the moon,
is warm and bright,
Some may dream,
When the Sun,
hymns for some Moonlight,
Some may dream,
dance and play,
Into a sweeter day,
Some may dream,
dance and play,
Into a sweeter day,
Shes been dancing in the plaza,
Giving lessons to the rain,
She lent her only umbrella,
to her lovely friend,
The cafe bars,
are deep with champagne,
She has sultry stars,
In her s
How many kisses in the rain,
How much champagne,
To soothe the pain,
Sweetly swaying down the shore,
Lovely as a Salsa rose,
Dreaming with your love,
To the Rose moons core,
The Summer birds want to fly,
Deep in your Beautys skies,
In the golden fields and gardens,
It sways forever,
Sways forever,
and ever,
How many flowers,
in the diamond stars,
How many evenings,
For your fine wine waltz,
Hymning for a sigh from you,
Hymning for a wave to shimmer,
Do you know your Beauty,
And love can make gardens blush,
Enchanted ballerina,
In your own sweet dream,
I always want your love to sway,
And I never want to say goodbye,
Sashaying upon the shore,
Your dress is windcaressed,
And your brow is glowing bright,
The moonlight glistening,
Within your candle soul,
Irises in the midnight stars,
Blooming,
'I need the sea because it teaches me'
Neruda
Your Poetic genius,
is like the ocean vast,
Wheat glimmering,
From the heavenly stars,
Intimate yet far,
Passion,
sweet and raw as tears,
The moon of the rains kiss,
Sun of nocturnal winds,
Upon a Chile ever rose,
Sonnets,
With their fishnets,
and fine bonnets,
On loves velvet repose,
Naked sighs,
upon the galloping breasts,
Of waves,
W
Your love is naked as a rose,
glowing sweetly,
Within the Valentines,
and sonatas,
Of the Midnight stars,
The winter trees,
are sighing,
With the tender and cabaret winds,
For the lilly splendors,
Of its cherry blossoms,
Chill moon, warm candles,
and the bouquets,
Of your Love,
Wears many of its casual,
and shimmering dresses,
Moonkissed rose,
Your Beauty is lovelier,
Than a vineyard swaying
A firefly,
Glowing, sweetly,
In the evening,
To guide itself,
Through the dark,
Like a ballerina dancer,
Peeling away,
And soothing the pain,
To dance in the Rhythms,
Of their evening soul,
With the light of her love,
Glimmering, steady,
With the waves, moon,
And the wind
Reynaldo Casison
A poemsong for sweet Mama, madonna,
Forever be
Sigh to me,
With a kiss,
And love,
I can feel,
Deep within my soul,
You'll forever be,
You'll forever be,
With your lovely,
And crescent sashay,
Luminous, eccentric,
And exotic in your ways,
Sweet within my being,
You'll forever be,
You'll forever be,
Within the mango vineyards,
Nightingale hymns,
And gardens,
You'
Evening breezes are chill,
Leaves are shedding,
The fireflies have gone,
on hiatus,
With your love,
Turn the moonlight on,
Autumn drifts to gold,
Autumn drifts to gold,
Autumn drifts to gold,
With your waterfall robe,
And stilletos,
The warm lavendar of a candle,
Your love,
And hips to hold,
Autumn drifts to gold,
Autumn drifts to gold,
Autumn drifts to gold,
A ballerina dances with t
Youll always be the one,
That I will always love,
Youll always be the one that I love,
Like the moon,
and sonnet of its stars,
Youll always be the one,
That I love,
Rain,
Rain,
Youll always be the one,
That I will always love,
Youll always be the one that I love,
Like the moon, and its sonata of stars,
Youll always be the one that I love,
Rain,
Rain, shes your honey,
And sway of your flowers,
She is the art,
That you gaze upon,
Drunk with the wine,
Of her Beauty,
Surreal and solemn,
Mellow with waves,
Vivid and impressionistic,
Sweet with its honey,
She is the moon,
That you gaze upon,
Drunk with the champagne,
Of her love,
Luminous with splendors,
Enigmatic with her deep kisses,
She rides the vibrancies,
Of warm waves and cool winds,
Petals strewn within gardens,
And souls,
Seashe
Some artists,
And women,
Kiss your soul,
For a tender night,
And warm season,
Some kiss your soul,
With amazement,
Solace, and love,
For eternity
Reynaldo Casison
