This fragment of a poem reminds me very much of Oscar Wilde's "Ballad of Reading Gaol":
I never saw a man who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
Which prisoners call the sky,
And at every drifting cloud that went
With sails of silver by.
What did blue sky witness in the life of Roberto Torres?
Wilde Thing
King Charles
Blue Bayou
Linda Ronstadt
A Rainy Night in Soho
Pogues
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