Third Door Down (Listening to Astor Piazzolla: “Cuatro Estaciones Porteñas”) He told me it’s the third door downthe hall with the bad light,“you’ll find the door unlocked,” he said,“In fact, it’s never closed at night.”And then he lit a cigarette,a smile crossed his lips,a micro-second gesturethen he gestured for his tip. I handed him ten dollars,he blew
Third Door Down by Francisco Bravo Cabrera
Please click the link to read the full poem. And I truly appreciate Barbara Leonhard’s kind gesture. 🙏🏻
What a beautifully atmospheric poem! “Third Door Down” immediately creates a mysterious scene through simple but vivid details—the dim light, the unlocked door, the cigarette, the fleeting smile, and the silent gesture for a tip. Each image feels like a small frame from a film.
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Thank you so very much Sir! And I am so glad to know the poem resonated with you.
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