A GLASS

A glass of wine, a cigar between my fingers , memory that comes to me , of times past. Amores reborn , in my fevered mind , penalties passed, They loves arrived . I remember a girl , it was pure passion , when the night was , He forgot to say goodbye. I was in love , a time of his life , It was no more time, she intended. Years pass , away , time is lived , are very nice memories, with a glass of wine. JUAN CARLOS VILLANUEVA