Eyes that happen to seduce –

as only scorpionic eyes know how;

cartographically performed, passionate,

forlorn and fatalistic;

Greenland melts –

awash the floor in glacial blue,

mesmerising . . . tears and joy;

the strings of the guitarra

break in unison with the fadista’s voice,

a tantalising tension catching the rhythm of

– ‘sin pasión no puedo respirar’ –

touching the hearts of all who listen,

feeling, trying to conceal their fears

that this may have opened

the hidden secrets of their souls . . .

 

– Geoff Holloway