I recall thinking about that olive face and about the virgin oil. It was a night of sublime expectations. The moon refracted fading sparks that trailed wondering stars, like orphans of a protracted civil war– abandoned by hopes of peace talks. After a while, the stars did stand their grounds, but there was no doubt the Moon will return in full bloom. Things imagined and imaginable crossed my mind or left uneasily on account of...

Did you think I was talking about the weather? Since this is Texas, patience is a good virtue to covet. A state as independent as its size, you might expect lone stars everywhere. Even in the white and darkened clouds of the skies. You must be alert, he said, the variegated clouds can become a Lone Ranger. The highway into her interiors undoes myths developed in a darkroom, To show clearly the stuff of legends;...