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.

Like a ‘Rose’ in the night, being held nice and tight, by an ‘Old Violin’ in a garden.

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