Silvia Antonia Brandon Pérez

Silences rewriting that old bolero so it could be a samba i discovered the rests between the notes to be so lucid shining with expectation with the tense caress of drums and saxophone they mattered more in time than the notes themselves the silences peopled by faint remembrances of guitared kisses lightly sauteed in garlic butter ellipses in amber space your Chesire eyes grinning  in a corner of the seventh stanza hanging from the silver columns of the music fading into the madrugada filling the room with muted xylophonic yearnings and the smell of surf

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