It comforts me in this tempestuous world that the altar we erected to your lips that crazed night on the wall in San Telmo has earned respect from the toughest crowd: sloganists and graffiti artists and paid political posterers have carefully skirted your lips, awed by their succulence. The building behind crumbles; it’s lovely railings…
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5 responses to “Tus Labios”
Beautiful and thoughtful as always. Your weekly musings are the highlight of my Sunday mornings.
Joe: Thank you so much for your kind words. They made MY Sunday morning. Abrazos! Kevin
This perfectly captures what I loved most about San Telmo! Gorgeous words.
Amy, many thanks. I know San Telmo loves you back.
Thanks Kevin, it comforts me finding your Sunday words in my mailbox! 🙂