In a mexican wind

there was such a smoothly breeze
on the grey city reflected macadam 
that make my mind go away, fly so far 
smiling in the thought of my Lady there

there was such as a North wind air
I imagine the booklady in the Yucatan 
with her hair streaming in the wind 
watching the magical indian temple

there was such a romantic breath
she was so moved of contentment
with a nice gentle smile on her lips
listening the mysterious Aztec legends

there was such a tender breath of air
I saw the booklady swirling and turning
dancing with the pleasure in her eyes
touched from the beauty Cancun sunset

there was just as a gust of wind
which awake me from my wonderdream
and I was here walking along in Paris
but I pretented we were in a mexican moon