A poem about the rawness and openness of a new love affair. I will upload a better recording later. The music performed is by a young artist named Chaz Prymek. You really should check him out.
This is an older poem that was written when I learned that women who rolled cigars would hire a man to read to them why they were rolling. I loved the image and the poem started there. I also like the title, because cienfuegos is translated as a hundred fires. Enjoy.
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