One of those Meetings

A bitter glass of my Zárate wine ,
Beware!!!
the chess game has begun.
Green, yellowish, brown and dry anxious audience,
sadden, afraid, delirious.
Oh, please no whimsical very important meeting
Everyone accusing, competing
The two perpetual perfectionists are now strangers, nowhere creatures, but they shine!
Not Maxwell, who is hiding somewhere, and lost his trust,
Not The Siren, who is deep in the ocean, overflowing lust!
Someone can explain their existence.
Empty, yet wildly, pacifying
for them, all them.