My first cigar

I was in the back of the shed
In a great day of summer.
Far away over the hills, the sun
was not intrerupted by his way to the sunset;
And, In my isolation
I take from the box
And i smoke my first cigar.

That was the first cigar!
The worst one!
Green, wet, pressed and trimmed
That was my first cigar!

My sight was nubilous, and my head was very easy
The shed was spinning around me!
The dark night was gathering around me
A black night, withouth even a star
I thought death will find me
And she will spoil the pleasure of my first cigar

That was my first cigar!
A great one!

The night was rolling late
My mom cryes, and she says:
"My kid, what have you eat?"
I heard the laugh of my dad
Looked strange and distant
I knew that he know, I knew that he know
That I was smoking my first cigar!!