Winter Dream
The evening has a pale moon that shines
on a cold landscape, on the western sky
there is a shimmer of erasing red; the sun
was glad to leave and reappear in Rio de
Janeiro where palm trees and female hips
sway languidly
Frosty blue with rimfrost on ground, that’s
what the moon get to watch over, for stars,
the whole lot on the milky- way, have gone
to Rio too, to see the young, sometimes
the old as well, dance and make love on
the Copacabana beach.
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