Hot Rackets 
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Jimmy And The rackets Within minutes this crazy Rock'n'Roll feeling captured the concert hall. Saxophone, drums, (More) Within minutes this crazy Rock'n'Roll feeling captured the concert hall. Saxophone, drums, piano und guitars joined to play the irresistible sound. Amazing, when Jimmy presented his world hit "Skinny Minnie" and Jerry Sax's saxophone ran hot to underline his reputation as best and wildest saxophone player. And charming Miriam Dee impressed with her powerful voice not only the male audience. This incredible musicality of each of the 5 Rackets ..." "Sdkurier", Germany (Less)
televisa deportes POEM WITH PARROTS FOR MY DANGEROUS MAN
Murder, Querido, can occur in any language.
The moon (More) POEM WITH PARROTS FOR MY DANGEROUS MAN
Murder, Querido, can occur in any language.
The moon remains the moon no matter what irons
we toss into its craters.
A telephone cabals, and your aggravation whoops into the night.
A ring of unease circulates the kith and kin.
Escuchame. Escribime. Give me some skin!
Dites-moi softly, how no two people have ever been so in love,
as my macaroon and I. Quote me from Kierkegaard,
fry a banana, you always looked well in a stripéd cabana.
So our world rackets, like two hot maracas.
The long night's moon shines a full fifteen hours
and one minute. What will you do with your last moment?
I know what I'm doing with mine.
Besame mucho. ¿Quizas? Mambo has a form, but not for me.
When Grandma died, the day was near that moon.
You sang fado, five-six-seven-eight. The New York sky was naked,
but occasional shawls overhung dreary spruce trees.
Some berries will linger long after the wind turns cold.
The gash of a tanager. The brazen silhouette of an angry jay.
News from Gibraltar. Distract me, prego, from everyone¹s death.
Speak to the cultural use of a trombone. Slide or staccato,
the music tells what is dear, what kind of motion
we use to transport pity.
Thank you for dancing me low to the floor. The wind
blasts away everything unsecured.
So it puffed my mother into her grave. So it rudely bussed
my father into his own. So you demanded I play the piano
whenever shiva was sat in our home.
Forgiveness resides with the lorros if one chooses
to hang by the nose. You are still here. Your lyrics chatter
way into the night driving your feathers where cigars should go.
Te amo. Je t'aime. Solas palabras. Genuch. All languages are as dead
as Latin for saying what you really mean.
The fires are hotter than you expected, more searing than Habana
dawns. You must like it here. The expectations are almost clear.
Cugat opened the twentieth century. Abbe Lane sat
on your father's lap. At one time, we had a photo of this:
We danced grandma's forks to "Brazil" in the kitchen.
Saludos Amigos. The Gang's All Here. Thank you for jamming.
Save your old cajones for the Devil.
So often you called me from under the sea. Simpatico,
the nickname that you gave to me. O, where have you gone
my humpback whale? Our baby beluga
siestas in jail. He thinks to feast on snacks from the guards.
They are so human. You long for Truman,
the last Presidente to whom you were fidel. Too bad el jefe
disrupted your ventures. Our guerilla is petty
but your libido was grande.
I fainted whenever you brought me some candy. Look in your heart.
If that doesn't work, there¹s always Tequila--If
you can find the salt and lime in Tico Tico doing time.
Deborah S. Greenhut (Less)
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