When I listen to Carlitos play the piano, I hear romance. When I listen to him sing, I hear body and soul.

Like an ‘Old Violin’ doing its thing, seducing a ‘Rose’ with its silky long strings.

The ‘Rose’ looks so tender a gift from above, much sweeter than maple, a gentle shower falling in April.

She moves to the music as though in a trance, a beautiful dance in a mystic romance.

See the ‘Rose’ twirl and sway, hear the ‘String’ pluck and play, let them show you the way to the garden.

Born and raised in Chicago, this Latin messenger comes with a twist of lime and he’s right on time!