Flamenco Vignettes

JUAN BREVA

Juan Breva had
the body of a giant
and the voice of a young girl.
Nothing was like his warbling.
It was itself
pain singing
behind a smile.
He evoked the lemons
of Málaga, the sleepy one,
and had in his weeping tones
the brine of the ocean.
Like Homer, he sang
blind. His voice held
something of sea with no light
and an orange squeezed dry.