Jolene: A Queer Perspective

This morning my Facebook feed contained a song link with this comment from Simon, an old friend of mine:

"A classic C&W song slowed down 25%. You might almost call it "The Revenge Of The Altos"... It's soulful, it's thoughtful, and for me it cuts through the sickly syrup of a modern Christmas. Enjoy."

Original deleted: here's a similar version - https://youtu.be/CMrfM711vXI

I responded:

"Simon, thank you so much for sharing this. I love the Dolly original. Slowing down the track, alters her voice to a more manly version which totally shatters the sexual dynamic of the tale; a fresh take on the eternal triangle"

Both my parents were into Country & Western music across the spectrum; although I do not recall either being particular fans of Dolly, with the exception of "Love is Like a Butterfly". Somehow or other, presumably from some show or other I heard "Jolene" and even as a boy was struck by the singer's terrifying  potential loss. No-one wants to lose someone they love.

This masculine-sounding rendering had me pondering whether any men had actually produced a version of Dolly Parton's "Jolene".

Regrettably, I am of an age where I am no longer musically literate nor up-to-date with much of popular culture, so all the versions I shall post below are by musicians, of whom I personally have never heard. In other words, I have not selected these versions for any ulterior motive. They are the takes that took me for some reason or other.

To whittle down the numerous versions of "Jolene" to the few listed here, I had to wade through some dire productions, dreadful line-dancing videos and shocking karaokes.

This first cover has an emotional delivery and a guitar-playing that had Simon filled with lust - not that kind:

"*converts self into electron stream, sneaks onto YouTube and Tunes. His. Damn. Guitar.* "

https://youtu.be/zX8piT5lOsM?list=LLLwW4URJ5QNeofCbyooBTKg

The White Stripes were a Detroit husband & wife duo. As far as I know, Jim White is straight. Nonetheless, he conveys the universality of the sentiment contained within Dolly Parton's lyric: the fear of losing a loved one to another suitor.

The lead in this next clip is a woman, but the duet is with a hirsute, bearded bloke, with the addition of three other menfolk, so I have included it within my remit. I have to admit the bands name, The Little Willies, also had something to do with me selecting it!

https://youtu.be/M3d8KobWVwk?list=LLLwW4URJ5QNeofCbyooBTKg

Can just imagine being in a night-club, sipping a whisky sour & enjoying this live. Ahhh, daydreams…

In contrast the next example is from an all-male quartet. This version makes me feel all eighties and brooding teenage angsty again - those were the days! Here goes, seat-belts on for Sisters of Mercy from 1983.

https://youtu.be/AdUHxFKCQBs

Original deleted: here’s the same track - https://youtu.be/pOlPDvuI8SU

Men singing this track switches the sexual dynamic from purely heterosexual to queer,  depending on the character: (bisexual or) homosexual - singer; bisexual - man; or, heterosexual (or bisexual) - Jolene. In 1983, at the height of the AIDS panic, this sensibility would have been subversive.

Similarly, in current homophobic Poland, the song sung solo by a young man on a music television programme (program), Mam Talent III, can be perceived as a public declaration of homosexual love and a potentially seditious act. Here Piotr Lisiecki sings live and at a galloping pace:

Original video now deleted; but a similar version can be found here: https://youtu.be/7XF-oS9Dak4?list=PL1D802CC2B00383E1

Piotr eventually went on to produce an album which contained by far the most intimate version I have come across: it's almost unsettling, as if one is overhearing a private discussion. Well worth a listen!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4kTBv5uuUP4&feature=share

This next one definitely had me laughing. West Coast meets hill-billy with a punk twist - ha, ha, ha! Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Me first and the gimme gimmes singing "Jolene":

https://youtu.be/fBoTwOTKw0I?list=LLLwW4URJ5QNeofCbyooBTKg

And whilst talking of laughter, every time I watch this clip or the actual episode from American Dad, Steve's expression cracks me up! Go Roger!

https://youtu.be/rRFNEm17kn4

On to another TV version. I am not impressed with the final Samuel Larsen version that made the GLEE album; on the other hand this audition is perfectly well executed, if a tad soulless perhaps?

https://youtu.be/sis51Q3axOc?list=LLLwW4URJ5QNeofCbyooBTKg

Surprise, surprise: the audition has been deleted. Have a GLEE-fan version: https://youtu.be/BajdA5QuYFo.

Certainly Samuel's androgynous appearance, in clothing, hair and his epicene features adds a gender-bending hue.

It really seems that "Jolene" is now a worldwide staple of talent shows whether in Poland or in the USA (and later in this post even the UK). The following had me horripilating: the power, the gusto, the emotion of Dolly and re-interpreted as his own. Cody Belew performed this for The Voice in the States. Fabbo!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aTJbYZQqK_U&feature=share

And yet again never heard of this guy: this final male version by Matt Cardle (apparently of X-Factor fame) had me sobbing and rapidly soggying tissues. Really powerful version. What a voice & totally live!

https://youtu.be/63SUFIqHxas

Matt "is known for his falsetto and being able to reach notes typically unusual for a male singer" according to Wikipedia. A voice that takes us full circle from Dolly with her delightful, slowed-down manly voice to Matt with his awesome, womanly voice.

Of course, this blog-post would be incomplete without the original Dolly version. However, here it is with a twist…

https://youtu.be/Cuhh-HCe2Zw?list=LLLwW4URJ5QNeofCbyooBTKg

The clever juxtapositioning of Sherlock characters, Watson (singer), Holmes (man) and Moriarty (Jolene) with Dolly's version along with some very judicious editing of shots from season 2 finale The Reichenbach Fall are perfectly combined to create a purely queer melodrama.

It is quite clear that the song has resonance across the musical spectrum from rock to lullaby amongst both professional and amateur singers. A testament to Dolly Parton's word-smithing.


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I have had to update as of 28th March 2015 as so many links had broken or videos had been deleted. Any problems with the links in future, do let me know and I can then try to rectify. Cheers, "Jolene" lovers! %)


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Update: 30th January 2019. Today, I have been made aware of a couple of other videos that have a bearing on our queer perspective: Jolene actually sung by Dolly with Pentatonix and, below, additionally with Miley Cyrus.

I have to say that last - live - version had me goose-bumping for days! %O

Enjoy, y’all! ;)

Maracas 3: Reseña de la comida (español)

Esta es la tercera parte de mi tríptico sobre el café-bar Maracas en Playa Bil-Bil: aquí se revisan las ofertas de comida. La primera parte consiste en un homenaje fotográfico y una viñeta humorística. La segunda parte es un himno a todos los camareros de todas partes a través del retrato de mi camarero habitual.

He estado frecuentando Maracas durante trece años - ¡aye, cómo pasa el tiempo! Tengo muchos, muchos recuerdos felices, incluyendo las comidas que he comido aquí. ¡Soy un entusiasta después de todo! He traído a todos mis amigos (que me han visitado en Benalmádena) para probar los placeres simples del sol, la arena y el susurro tranquilo del mar en la comodidad de una de las sillas de ratán de Maracas, mientras se toman una bebida fría y, a menudo disfrutan de un aperitivo o aún un plato completo.

Como he estado visitando Maracas durante tantos años, es poco probable en este artículo hable mal de la comida; todo lo contrario, por el precio y la calidad, comer aquí es lo recomendado. Por supuesto, no estamos hablando de la alta cocina. Sin embargo, después de haber comido en varios de los restaurantes frente al mar en la Playa Santa Ana (muy popular entre los turistas), en los que me he sentido completamente defraudado por caro, y, desde mi perspectiva de conocer mejor, la cocina de mala calidad. A modo de ejemplo, el año pasado pagué € 6 sólo por una ensalada verde de lechuga picada y rodajas de pepino. Una barbaridad en mi opinión. Sé que las empresas tienen que ganarse la vida: Maracas, por lo tanto, debe servir como un modelo. El año pasado “Maracas”, la ensalada de la casa, llevaba lechuga verde, maíz dulce, tomate, cebolla, espárrago blanco, huevo duro y atún y tenía un muy buen precio de € 7. Lo dice todo, ¿no es así? Por supuesto, con la inflación, etc., los precios tienen que subir de vez en cuando. A principios de este mes, los precios efectivamente suben. Así que la ensalada de la casa (junto con otros) ahora cuesta € 8. Y cualquiera que piense que la ensalada no puede saciar a uno, debo señalar que las ensaladas se sirven en tazones grandes y con una cestita de pan fresco.

Para aquellos que sólo quieren un bocadillo rápido, te recomiendo el sándwich mixto, jamón cocido, queso en rodajas y pan tostado con mantequilla. Al precio de € 3 esto no se ha encarecido. Con una copa de vino tinto frío (si no has probado esto, es bastante refrescante - ¡incluso los franceses lo hacen!) El costo total es de € 5. Uno no puede quejarse en eso.

Si el comensal está especialmente hambriento, el campero es tu opción; pero mejor que pedir para compartir.

Debido a los aumentos de precios, los menús se han encarecido. El chef en Maracas ha aprovechado la ocasión para añadir nuevos platos. Siempre dispuesto a probar algo nuevo, he optado por la ensalada pasta tricolor. La fotografía de abajo da una impresión de la taza, pero no bastante como para mostrar el plato en su plenitud. Como puede verse, una copa de vino rosado frío acompañó a la comida.

[Descripción de la imagen: ensalada pasta tricolor en la mesa]

Comenzando a las siete en punto, tacos finamente picados de un jamón ligeramente ahumado, despiertan el paladar. A las doce, las aceitunas negras jugosas, fuertes y picantes, con sabor de té fuerte; felizmente desafian al jamón. No soy fan de las aceitunas negras; pero si pudiera obtener un suministro de estos, las consumiría de buen grado. A las tres en punto, dados cremosos (tanto en sabor y textura), siempre tan levemente salado, de queso fresco con la espiga de queso de cabra. También había una dulzura en el queso, que contrastaba magníficamente con la salinidad de las aceitunas. A las cinco, el maíz dulce brilla perfecto. Tan jugoso que, aunque no fue a la barbacoa, tenía el mismo dulzor y sabor concentrados y intensos. En el centro del reloj están las piezas de pollo con la aparición de queso amarillo-blanco desmenuzado o pan blanco rallado. Increíblemente jugoso y con sabor a pollo real (¿cuánto pollo se ha encontrado que es completamente sin sabor, después de todo?). Y detrás de la cara del reloj, la pasta, cocida y servida al dente. Los colores del verde (sabio) y rojo (melocotón) que recuerda a tonos sepia. Una paleta impresionante para el paladar.

Existe una variedad de aderezos para ensaladas, incluyendo: rosa; francesa; cesa; yogur; yo he optado por la salsa de albahaca. Incluso en los llamados "buenos" restaurantes la ensalada puede estar aderezada excesivamente; esta salsa sin embargo tenía un toque muy ligero y por lo tanto conjugaba perfectamente con todos los otros ingredientes.

Mis únicas críticas negativas del plato son respecto a la pasta: la textura era un poco almidonada; y, no sé apreciaban los sabores del tomate o la albahaca en sus respectivas pastas. Esto puede ser por llevar cocida y después haber sido refrigerada; pero en un clima caliente, esto es más bien una necesidad. No obstante, sobre todo, la ensalada es un éxito definitivo y se pide de nuevo. ¡Disfruta!

[Descripción de la imagen: sándwich club de playa en la mesa]

No puedo terminar mi opinión sin hacer referencia a mi plato favorito de Maracas (ver imagen superior), su sandwich club, que consiste en ensalada, jamón, queso, huevo, pollo y tocino. A € 7 representa una comida abundante para uno. Y es ¡¡¡ de-li-cioso !!! %P

Maracas 3: Food Review (inglés)

This is part three of my triptych on Maracas café-bar on Playa Bil-Bil: here I review the food offerings. Part one consists of a photographic homage and a humorous vignette. Part two is a paean to all waiters everywhere by way of portraying my regular.

I have been frequenting Maracas for thirteen years now - my, how time flies! I have many, many happy memories, including of the meals I have eaten here. I am a foodie after all! I have brought all my friends (who visit me in Benalmádena) to sample the simple joys of sun, sand and the calming susurrus of the sea in the comfort of one of Maracas’ rattan lounge-chairs, whilst sipping on a cooling beverage and, more often than not, indulging in a snack or even full meal.

As I have been visiting Maracas for so many years, I am unlikely in this article to be castigating the food; quite the opposite, for the price and quality, eating here is to be recommended. Of course, we are not talking haute cuisine. However, having eaten at several of the sea-front restaurants on the popular Playa Santa Ana, I have felt completely short-changed by expensive, and, from my perspective of knowing better, poor quality cuisine. As an example, last year I paid €6 just for a green salad of some roughly chopped lettuce and sliced cucumber. Pretty outrageous in my opinion. I know businesses have to make a living: Maracas, therefore, should serve as an exemplar. Last year Maracas’ house salad of green lettuce, sweetcorn, tomato, onion, white asparagus, boiled egg and tuna was priced at €7. It says it all, does it not? Of course, with inflation etc., prices have to go up from time to time. At the beginning of this month, prices did indeed rise. So the house salad (along with their others) now costs €8. And anyone thinking, salad will not sate one, I ought to point out that the salads are served in large bowls and come with a small basket of fresh bread.

For those just wanting a quick snack, I recommend the sandwich mixto, boiled ham, sliced cheese on buttered and toasted bread. At €3 this has not become more expensive. With a glass of chilled red wine (if you have not tried this, it is quite refreshing - even the French do it!) the total cost is €5. One cannot complain at that!

If the diner is especially hungry, the campero is for you; but better to order it to share. That is, after all, the Spanish way.

Due to the price increases, the menus have been reprinted. The chef at Maracas has taken the opportunity to add new dishes. Always willing to sample something new, I opted for the ensalada pasta tricolor (tricolour pasta salad - bet you worked that one out for yourself!). The photograph below gives an impression of the bowl, but does not quite show the full 3-D mound of comestibles. As can be seen, a glass of rosé (copa de rosado frío) accompanied the repast.

[Image description: ensalada pasta tricolor in situ at table]

Commencing at seven o’clock, finely diced cubes of a lightly smoked, firm ham (a tastier version of luncheon meat!) awoke the palate. At twelve, roughly sliced, juicy, tangy, with a strong-tea-taste black olives quite happily challenged the ham. I am no fan of black olives; but if I could obtain a ready supply of these, I would be a convert. At three o’clock dice-sized cubes of firm, creamy (both in taste and texture), ever so slightly salted “queso fresco” cheese with the tang of goats cheese. There was also a sweetness to the cheese, which contrasted superbly against the saltiness of the olives. At five o’clock sweetcorn shone forth all its brilliant, perfect yellowness. It was so very juicy and, although it was not barbecued it had that selfsame concentrated, intense sweetness and flavour. In the clock’s centre were chicken pieces - morsels really - with the appearance of crumbled white-yellow cheese or white-bread breadcrumbs. Incredibly moist and with actual chicken flavour (how much chicken does one encounter that is completely flavourless, after all?). And behind the clock-face, the pasta, cooked and served al dente so did not collapse or go all soggy. Colours of green (sage) and red (peach) reminiscent of sepia tones. A stunning palette for the palate.

There is a choice of salad dressings, including: rosa/marie rose; francesa/French; cesa/cæsar; yogur/yoghourt; I opted for salsa de albahaca/basil sauce. Even in so-called ‘good’ restaurants salad can be over-dressed; this salsa however had a very light touch and thus perfectly pulled together all the other ingredients.

My only negative criticisms of the dish are in respect to the pasta: the texture was slightly too starchy; and, there were no discernible flavours of tomato or basil in their respective pastas. This may be accounted for by it having been chilled; but in a hot climate, this is rather a necessity. Nonetheless, over all, the salad is a definite success and I shall be ordering it again. It is also suitable for sharing - the Spanish way is for everyone to just tuck in. Enjoy!

[Image description: sandwich beach club in situ at table]

I could not end my review without referencing my favourite Maracas plate (see image above), their sandwich beach club, consisting of salad, ham, cheese, egg, chicken and bacon. At €7 it represents a filling meal for one. And it is de-lic-ious!!! %P


[¡Una versión española hará pronto!]

Maracas 2: Portrait of my Camarero / Retrato de mi camarero (bilingüe)

Whilst thinking about what I could write about in respect to Maracas, it suddenly struck me that I really ought to eulogise the people who serve me day in day out without a complaint and usually with a smile. Over the years I have been served by several different regular waiters. However, the sensible course was to write about he who is before me each and every day at this current time.

Mientras que pensar en lo que podría escribir con respecto a Maracas, de repente me di cuenta de que realmente debo elogiar la gente que me sirven día a día sin una queja y por lo general con una sonrisa. Con los años me han servido por varios camareros diferentes regulares. Sin embargo, el curso sensato era escribir sobre el que está delante de mí todos los días en este momento actual.

The English version contains several puns and (hopefully) humorous allusions. Regrettably my Spanish is not sufficiently expert to be able to do a translation justice. Nonetheless, I hope the humour does come through in the Spanish version.

La versión en inglés contiene varios juegos de palabras y (con suerte) alusiones humorísticas. Lamentablemente mi español no es lo suficientemente experto para poder hacer justicia a una traducción. No obstante, espero que el humor viene a través de la versión española.

I deliberately use the word 'portrait' as I am attempting to use words to paint as full a picture as possible; not only physical aspects, but hopefully a more holistic perspective. Of course, words can never replace let alone fully describe. I hope you the reader, the staff at Maracas, waiters (past or present) everywhere, but especially Manu, appreciate my efforts. If not, the fault is mine.

Deliberadamente uso la palabra 'retrato' como que estoy tratando de usar palabras para pintar una imagen lo más completa posible; no sólo los aspectos físicos, pero es de esperar una perspectiva más holística. Por supuesto, las palabras nunca pueden sustituir ni mucho menos totalmente describir. Espero que el lector, el personal de Maracas, camareros (pasados o presentes) por todas partes, pero especialmente Manu, agradezco a mis esfuerzos. Si no, la culpa es mía.

Portrait of my Camarero

my camarero

Manu

in black

  externally

     top to toe

performs

  a quotidian ballet

trim physique

  good structure

  bones slender

dancers’ poise

skin tanned

  spotless complexion

manicured stubble

  embellishes

     each cheek

  vaguely

     moustachioed

at times moue

but mostly

radiating warmth

  whether to

     heteros

     lesbos

     bis or gays

hockey-stick

  eyebrows

     arch inquisitively

below an almost imperceptible

  concave brow

     so young

  no furrow

     (Botox of youth)

orbs moreno

  orange-flecked

  held in his gaze

with pink lips

  spades-shaped

     mouth forms 

genuine smiles

  revealing

ivory pegs

leporidic incisors

  concealing

a rosy tongue

  supporting

lilting tenor

  masculine timbre

left nostril

  ringed faintly

of a slight

  narrow nose

unblemished otherwise

good posture

body in motion

  elongates

     a stretch

     underwear's

     silvery band

     underscores

  his sacrum

     faint hairs

     on pearly flesh

     direct to derrière

     where palms wipe

     salt, sweat and

     condensation

  his navel

     wispy line

     demarkation

     to no-man’s-land

opening

  safe passage

     to glide through air

making space

  where none is there

torso static

plumb belly

  straight down

to a standard package

  dressing

     neither to the left

     nor to the right

     unusually

     straight down

     though to the right

     when

     Belén

     is around

arms muscled

  hairy

  naturally

     down they hang

  or

elbows perpendicular

  creating locomotion

  unrehearsed dance

movement

tray in hirsute left hand

  balanced on fingertips

proffers with his

  now healed wrist

     his right

hips twist

  and swing

shapely

  palm-sized

  buttocks

  exact mid-point

  of corporeal entity

     quiver

     alternately

in the turn

  of muscular thighs

down to white flesh

  hairless ankles

standing true

straight back

flat neck

  just the slightest curve

  mole’d nape

  kissing-spot

  or marker for

neatly clipped coiffure

on a lean head

from broad shoulders

upper-right

  tattooed arm

     Hawaiian flower

     Death’s skull

     familial allusion

     contemporary

     heraldry

as to his mission

labour’s motto

to serve

  to collect

  to clean

  tables laid

  all in his sight

  are watered

  and fed

well-practiced

everything done

  serenely

with clean hands

  neatly

  clipped nails

acts with aplomb

  never frayed

  exuding calm

occasionally

  passes the time

  of day

  or early evening

listening

  to tourists’ tales

consummate

  professional

waiter mine

*

speedy relocation

no time to stare

habitués ignore

  your

  daily pants’ stains

*

hiatus beckons

unconventionality

  or individuality

     lime-green

     mobile

     dayglo-green

     Calvin Klein’s

alters mode

metrosexuality

  wanes

atavistic machismo

conventional

  heterosexuality

     re-asserts

now in heat

  even sitting

     simian carriage

voice deepens to bass

still

  in his mien

  compassion remains

  love for beautiful Belén

     a potential marriage

*

you knock on wood

  but not to the beat

  of the current tune

     nervous tic

     frustration

     or ennui?

*

¡Olé!

camarero

el señor está aquí
in the house of bread

I’ll see you again

  with my order

     very soon…

Retrato de mi camarero

mi camarero

Manu

en negro

  externamente

     de pies a cabeza

realiza

  un ballet cotidiano

físico en forma

  buena estructura

  huesos delgados

aplomo del bailarín

piel bronceada

  tez inpecable

barba incipiente cuidada

  embellece

     cada mejilla

  vagamente

     con bigote

a veces hay un mohín

pero sobre todo

radiando cordialidad

  si

     heteros

     lesbianas

     bisexuales o gays

palos de hockey

  sus cejas

     arquee inquisitivamente

por debajo de un casi imperceptible

  frente cóncava

     tan joven

  sin surco

     (Botox de la juventud)

orbes morenos

  moteados de naranja

  fijado en su mirada

con labios rosas

  en forma de espadas

     la boca 

sonrisas genuinas

  revelando

dientes marfiles

incisivos leporinos

  ocultan

una lengua rosáfea

  apoyando

un tenor cadencioso

  timbre masculino

fosa nasal izquierda

  anillada débilmente

de una ligera

  nariz estrecha

sin mancha de otro modo

buena postura

cuerpo en movimiento

  se alarga

     un estirar

     calzoncillos

     elástico plateado

     subraya

  su sacro

     cabellos apenas visibles

     en carne perlada

     indica los pompis

     donde las palmas limpian

     sal, sudor y

     condensación

  su ombligo

     linéa rala

     demarcación

     al terrano de nadie 

abriendo

  paso seguro

  para deslizarse a través del aire

haciendo espacio

  donde no hay

torso estático

vientre a plomo

  hacia abajo

a un paquete estándar

  se cayendo

     ni a la izquierda

     ni a la derecha

     extraordinariamente

     hacia abajo
     aunque a la derecha

     cuando

     Belén

     está por él

brazos musculosos

  peludo

  naturalmente

     cuelgan abajo

  o

codos perpendiculares

  creando locomoción

  baile improvisado

movemiento

bandeja en la mano izquierda hirsuta

  equilibrio mantenido sobre los puntos

profiere con su

  muñeca ahora sanada

     la derecha

caderas giran

  y oscilan

bien proporcionadas

  tamaño de la palma

  nalgas

  punto medio exacto

  de entidad corpórea

     vibran

     alternativamente

en el giro

  de muslos musculares

abajo hasta carne blanca

  tobillos sin pelo

a pie derecho

espalda recta

cuello plana

  sólo una curva lo más leve

  nuca con lunar

  lugar para besar

  o marcador para

peinado recortado pulcramente

sobre una cabeza flaca

de hombros anchos

superior derecha

  brazo tatuado

     flor hawaiana

     cráneo de la Muerte

     alusión familiar

     contemporánea

     heráldica

en cuanto a su misión

lema de la mano de obra

para servir

  para recoger

  para limpiar

  mesas establecidas

  todos en su ámbito

  regados

  y alimentados

bien practicado

todo lo hecho

  tranquilamente

con manos limpias

  cuidosamente

  uñas recortadas

actúa con aplomo

  nunca crispado

  exudando calma

de vez en cuando

  pasa el tiempo

  del día

  o de la tarde

escuchando

  a los cuentos de los turistas

consumado

  profesional

camarero mío

*

movilidad rápida

no hay tiempo para mirar

habituales ignoran

  tus

  manchas de pantalón diarias

*

hiato atrae

no convencionalismo

  o individualidad

     verde lima

     móvil

     verde fosforescente

     Calvin Kleins

altera el modo

metrosexualidad

  mengua

machismo atávico

convencional

  heterosexualidad

     reafirma

ahora en celo

  incluso sentado

     actitud simiesca

voz profundiza al bajo

todavía

  en su semblante

  compasión permanece

  el amor a bella Belén

     un matrimonio potencial

*

te tocas madera

  pero no al ritmo

  de la melodía actual

     tic nervioso

     frustración

     o hastió?

*

¡Olé!

camarero

el señor está aquí
en la casa del pan

Te veré de nuevo

  con mí orden

     muy pronto …