Aficianados of Flamenco music sometimes reach a state of euphoria with the music, that the hairs stand up on the back of the neck. That euphoric state is known as 'finding Duende'. Lat night at a Juan Martin concert I listened to the flamenco singer Antonio Aparecida from San Roques in Andalucia sing this Gypsy poem set to an arrangement by Juan Martin. As a romantic poet and because I found the Duende I reproduce it here merely for its beautiful simplicity

The morning is green, the afternoon blue
And the night is black the purity you
Dont go near the brambles
For brambles have thorns
And they tear Aprons
But your dress is too frail your beauty too
If you think it your mistaken
Imagine it and you deceive yourself
For I have no other woman at my door
Now let her be gone from you
As the wind blows away the high trees
So do these thoughts of those in love
Therefore if you come across her out in this world
Tell her that I love her but for gods sake
Please dont tell her I was in tears when you saw me
The morning is green, the afternoon blue  
And the night is black, the purity you

I am indebted to Nepenthes for this extra line between lines one and two as an alternative

"The evening is a soft pink hue"

thank you Nep