Sensuous dancers

The dancers are sensuous,

As flowers,

The ballerinas, gypsies,

And flamenco dancers,

petals of tradition,

And modernity

They dance in the streets,

In the theaters,

Upon the Shores,

Within dreams,

The butterflies,

Enraptured,

With the honey,

Of their rhythms,

Adorn their free flowing dresses,

Thirsting for the fluidity,

Of Beauty

A violin weeps,

With still joyous tears,

A fountain in a plaza,

Hymn kissed,

With a nostalgia of stars

Reynaldo Casison