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This poem strikes me as a very “New York moment.” Two random people talking about a crime on a corner. A gloomy conversation that comes and goes, and is probably forgotten immediately thereafter. How many millions of these are happening right now? The first line, “¿Cómo fue?” which is a title of a famous love song in the Afro-Cuban bolero style, inspired me to write a dark death bolero, thus embracing contrast.
“Cómo Fue” interpeted by Benny Moré and Ibrahim Ferrer