When I was so little
I thought my hands could touch the sky.
The sky was bluer back then, but the sky is better now
Because mixed in with the dirt and the fog and the dust
Is the stream of grey Lioto blew
When he told me about Cielo Soleado
Lioto brought me out,
Led me by the hand like I was still a child,
Like I was still a child, though I was twenty then,
He led me to the small balcony on his little house.
He lit a cigarette with a small red lighter
And blew smoke into the morning air.
The city didn't notice, the city wouldn't have cared.
But I cared, because I loved Lioto,
Loved him like any granddaughter would.
"Did I ever tell you about Cielo Soleado?"
Lioto questioned me with an intense gaze.
"No, you didn't, Grandfather, but tell me now."
I was always eager to learn more about him,
The mystery that lived in this godforsaken town.
"Yes, I'll tell you now, Calita,
Because you need to know.
Where I came from is secret, though.
Don't tell anyone my secret. Ever."
"Never, Grandfather."
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The Things I Learned About Lioto Reyez
General FictionCallie Juan doesn't know much about Lioto. But she's learning more every day as he tells her a secret story about the city where he was born. But as Lioto reveals more about his story, Callie begins to wonder: if the story is true, what happened to...
