Notes of Blue and Black

In this outlandish town of strangers and crooks, there was no real disparity between its characters. The town is both good and evil just the same. The moon was just setting up in the sky; at this time one tiny bird flew up to the bell tower of Alonso to rest. Below, the little children were running in the mud; their tsinelas in their tightly clasped fists and joyous laughter echoing through the empty streets. More birds arrived.  The children looked up to see, and some paid no heed. There were too many of them now; multitudes arriving by the minute. A strange hiss filled the air; gusts of wind push the dried leaves back from where they were sleeping. The bell tower was engulfed with tiny black birds and the night was filled with their haunting tweeting and cheeping; every moment their song grew louder and louder. The flap of thousands of wings began to be felt by the children; they stopped running. Above them was something very strange. The town stopped as if to take a breath an...

My lover sleeps soundly in the next room, Two doors and a path separate me from her soft touch and the sound of her dreamless sleep. Wrapped, perhaps, in her smooth satin clothes, Covered, perhaps, in her sweet nightly perfume, Eyes closed as gems would rest, Hair laid out so that I could  write about it more, Oh, when I see her: Arms that would touch the sky White and soft as if they were clouds; How beads of sweat would fall like a gentle drizzle upon a field of short grass, And what beauty, the rays of moonlight that sneak past her eyes; Oh, when I see her and what she does to me. My lover sleeps soundly in the next room, Two doors and silence separate me from her soft touch. I sleep, Still she is not with me.