Chanchico
Come soon my chanchico to these green parts.
The falling leaves in the time of gentle rain have made you glow, no gleam!
Spring in the time of autumn is delight to discover in the time heralding rainstorms.
The passion of time and times is told in the fire-red fallings that are the writings of the autumn.
The flame prints tinged with yellow remind the parts that seek your sublime id.
I feel the absence of your ivory soaps and lily white creams and your chin on your knees.
The mornings when you rub skin to a glistening and make me long for dusk.
Come soon my chanchico to these green parts where the passion of time and times is
told in mornings when you rub skin to a glistening and make me long for dusk.
