
He looked at her lying there, entranced by her sensuous curves, her golden glow. But it was her voice that really moved him—sometimes soft and sexy, sometimes wild with abandon. Whatever his mood, she matched it. He lifted her lovingly to his lips. Tonight they would make beautiful music together. Harry and his trumpet.
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Life In Cuba
Gabriel Hernandez came in from San Miguel yesterday. I met him outside of town at the Hotel Gran Plaza. He followed me (it is almost imposible to give directions in our twisted little city) to Cava Manolos in Plaza San Javier on the opposite side of Guanajuato. He had never played with Jorge Preza before so we played for about 45 minutes until Jorge had to leave. The acoustics in Manolos sound very nice. After deciding, mas o menos, on a song list for the show, Gabriel and Fransisco followed me back to my place (Casa Verde). I got my girls and we walked down Tecolote to the "Ben Franklin'ers" place where we all hung for a while. It was very interesting to listen to Gabriel tell stories of life in Cuba. He is also very good with children of all ages. It was fun watching him sing songs with Isla. When we got back to our house my girls had a blast throwing, kicking, and hitting a ball around the street in front of Casa Verde with him.

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