Moonlight on the starless night was silver,
Shining on New York and little pair.
They were walking along the East River:
Guy, who was a fast Jamaican sprinter,
Tiny girl with funky afro hair.
Guy, carried away with conversation,
Told the girl that once he, by the way,
During storm and without hesitation
Swam alone across Montego Bay,
Sky was throwing storm lightings and thunders,
He was fighting with the devil's tides...
And the girl just listened to these wonders,
Glancing at his brave and burning eyes.
Then she sighed and thought, ...