San Carlos, Sonora Sunset — Image by kenne
We become a silhouette in each other’s arms
as the sun goes down behind us in San Carlos—
the light withdrawing slowly
like a hand from a blessing.
All afternoon the Sea of Cortez
glittered without mercy.
I can’t see your face anymore,
only the outline of us—
two dark figures pressed together
against the last blaze of day.
It feels ancient, this vanishing—
as if love is something
the sun teaches by leaving.
— kenne
Sea of Cortez Sunset (02/11/16) — Image by kenne
3/12/86/ #3 I asked my dad why he didn’t worship Ricky Ricardo,
who was Latin, instead of Ward Cleaver who was white.
Because Ricky Ricardo is not Mexican. He’s Cuban.
But Ward Cleaver’s not Mexican.
No, but he’s not Cuban.
And that was that.
— from the Aztec love god by Tony Diaz
Wisdom Of The Heart (Kenne and Joy On The Beach in San Carlos, Sonora)
“The wisdom of the heart having no concern
with erection or demolition of theories any
more than with the defense of prejudices,
has no random words at its command.
The words it pronounces have the value of
acts of integrity, tolerance, and compassion.”
— from Nostromo by Joseph Conrad
Sunset Over the Sea of Cortez (January 28, 2016) — Image by kenne
— from “Ocean” by Federico Garcia Lorca
