Soledad wears her skin in caramel hues.


Heavy with a momentary mouth,
Her slow croon etches
Marlboro into the humid evening.
A passion turned to pleading,
Shaped in the image of clouds and thunder.


Her words come whispy,
Syncopated and wading in waves of forgetfulness
Where sustenance withers,
Braided into the silence and given quietly,
Softly to the sky.




High tenor,
Raspy and warm repeats
Into an stemmed crystal glass;


La inminente luna.


La inminente luna
Canta para su
Acsension a la azul.