Music and Words

MUSIC SELECTION

 

Music for the Concert Hall

Dialogues for Cello and Piano (Excerpt)

Three Fleeting Glimpses for Flute, Oboe and Cello (Excerpt)

Concerto for Piano and Orchestra 1st Mvt. (Excerpt)

Charleston Landscapes (2nd Mvt. Four Corners of Law- Excerpt)

Q-Band
(Some Quiet Latin Jazz)

Miami Soul (Juan Wust & Fernando Rivas)

Lovedance (Fernando Rivas)

Sesame Street Productions

Mambo I, I, I (with Gloria Estefan)

Musical Theatre

Barrio Babies

THE DENVER CENTER THEATRE COMPANY1999/2000 Season

*US WEST World Premiere Musical
Music by Fernando Rivas
Book and Lyrics by Luis Santeiro
The Ricketson Theatre
November 10 – December 30

Music Samples From the Show

Barrio Babies Theme - Cast (Excerpt)

Close Your Eyes to See - Sarah Ramirez(Excerpt)

Make Love to Me In Spanish - Philip Anthony-Rodriguez & Annie Kozuch (Excerpt)

 

Selena, Forever

Download STORIES

Bill's Visit (Short Story)

September Morning (Short Story)

Silent Wings (Novella)

 

POETRY

Warning: I consider some of the language in these selections to be adult-oriented. Parents should monitor this material before allowing minors to view it.

 

A Night in Late Spring

I was the storm moving through dusk

flinging branches and slashing rain against windows.

I was a sky of ominous rage

I was and am

now

else-something

something else

now

a subtle rain shimmering against the streetlamps

and the wet grass

robust trees waiting for summer.

 

The time of azaleas and gardenias

has passed and wild flowers have

skittered away

and I am

else-something

again

something else

again

as always

transmuting.

 

Again I am night but calm of night and sweet of night

and forgotten fragrances and shadows

elliptical

and

something

else-something

now

again

that begs to be born

of summer's promised embrace

stifling glory

another planetary shift

another orbit

another year

folding inward this night of sweet and night of calm but night am I - again.

 

Not storm but night and not the thrashing but the single bird

calling from a tree up the street

luminous

near midnight

while still raindrops

fall.

I am but am already becoming something

else-something

something not quite arrived, not quite explained

but measurable between breaths

as between fixed geometric points of transition.

I am morning in waiting

morning in longing and imagination

the morning that is not

and cannot be

until the time

is else

something time

summer time

sunburst of summer time morning

hot where I am cool

bright where I am shadow

less than I am now

and

more.

 

Or just else.

Else-something.

Again.

 

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