A dancy salsafied version of the theme song (or this is what I think, given my minuscule knowledge of Spanish) of Perdo's latest movie, "Volver":

If sadness (as in the mimed & flamenco type version of the movie) is your current dance partner, put this on, and say volver, volver!

to happiness, i.e., the zone where giving is always more joyful than receiving, as well of the mouth that gave him his last kiss, even if it was one of farewell:

this cinnamon toothpick.

my first (my second) garden:
the primordial:     nothingness.
Out of which.
The undomesticated.

not bad. Not bad for
a start:  the garden
again, here,  north
(of) America  not
bad for a start, a snow
white page,  and this our
daily, this every:   come, muse
find me my (singing): the red-winged
blackbird   by the slough
(in spring)       perched
on a dead cattail
(resist   the temptation
to give it form   resist
the temptation         )

Note: After landing in a foggy Toronto, with this poem scribbled on a piece of paper in his jeans' back-pocket, he walks into all the pedestrians enjoying the first warm days of spring. Also now accepting applications for a muse: must be as intense as a well executed villanelle.