November,
this bittersweet month,
of departures and party,
of absences and cordiality.

Month that carpet to winter,
with thin layers of gall …

Month that announces, very dared,
that the cake has to be prepared …

Contrast without sense…

November,
who come to our row,
inviting us slow,
to not let your train, go …

Come back soon,
become my friend,
be my charm again.