When evening falls

When evening falls, it is that creative twilight sensation that is born in me, whether the sun sets outside or inside, because for me sunset is an inverted sunrise, a sunrise where the sun rises inwards with its orange-purple sparkles. It is the soft, cool breeze of the new, of love and ecstasy, of electric joy and that inner shiver that paradoxically fills us with warmth.
Poetic prose because it is verse dancing in prose and poem because as Jaime Gil de Biedma said "all my life I wanted to be a poet and in reality I wanted to be a poem" and although I feel like a poem that inspires a poetess, I feel like a creation when the shudder of that first word or phrase springs from the soul and guides me towards expression. I sing for flamenco, not for its form but for the mystical heart of the quejío that does not come from a victim but from the "interminable howl that is life" that Goytisolo mentioned, as an eternal song, as a celebration of the supreme beauty of existence.