"On that occasion, Ulises didn't have to ask anyone where Erendira was. He crossed the desert hiding in passing trucks, stealing to eat and sleep and and stealing many times for the pure pleasure of the risk until he found the tent in another seaside town which he glass buildings gave the look of an illuminated city and where resounded the nocturnal farewells of ships weighing anchor for the island of Aruba."


You are singing today, your curls damp and slightly tousled, your glasses down, your crisp shirt handpicked lovingly. Crossing many streets, drenched to the skin, murmuring to herself your ballads, your words on a sunny afternoon, she dreamed of days when the old fan groaned its protests and we chanted aloud, or dissected Viola's love speech unceremoniously into a million scribbles. The warmth was inevitable then, as the world seemed more approachable, anything seemed achievable, and the intense, intense hunger to devour more words stayed. Now there's only a mouthful of the mournful sky to swallow.