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