A spoken word memoir honoring the artist’s mother — a woman who carried love in her arms and left gardens in her wake.

Lyrics: Mama with a machete/ Skirt hitched up past her knees/ Chopping away at a city jungle/ With Bruce Lee’s expertise/

She’s moved into the city/ To a bungalow in town/ But still hits coconuts between the eyes/ And wears orchids in her crown/

Still the tiger she ever was/ Though the machete is used for cooking/ Coconut, ginger and garlic too/ It’s steamy in her kitchen/

But she never dreams of island life/ The pond was too small there/ In the city she grows a banana tree/ She’s made her garden there

ISRC: QT-48A-25-00007 | UPC 737558709702/ ISWC: T-325394300-5

Released on Bandcamp July 13, 2025, commercially August 4, 2025

All works written and performed by Silvia Passiflora/ Produced by John Pineiro/ Recorded and mastered at Perfect Image Recording, Nashville/ Metadata engineered by Silvia Passiflora

© 2025 Scriptaluna LLC ℗ 2025 Scriptaluna LLC

A surreal Florentinae with flamenco-style ukulele. A spider answers the poet’s questions with riddles of longing, sleep and dream logic.

Lyrics: When asked about my dream recall/ A spider crawled across my desk/ I questioned it in black and white/ And to my heart’s distress/ The spider answered me in colored hues/ and listed this list instead:/

A dream inside a streamyard,/ Bending like a willow/ A tomcat dreams in red/ upon a royal pillow/

And the green freedom of a cockatiel/ Pretending yet to be/ an eagle spread upon a bed/ of quilted reverie/

Do ant queens scream when boiling water defeats their colony?/ Do oranges dream in color?/ Do salmon doubt their epic swim beyond the rushing stream?/ And why is it you’re a character in my every dream?/

I whispered to the talking spider,/ ”Why is it I can never remember?”/ This is what the spider said,/ “Maybe, my dear, you write the dream instead.”/

ISRC: QT-48A-25-00008 | UPC 737558709702/ ISWC: T-325394195-2

Released on Bandcamp July 13, 2025, commercially August 4, 2025

All works written and performed by Silvia Passiflora/ Produced by John Pineiro/ Recorded and mastered at Perfect Image Recording, Nashville/ Metadata engineered by Silvia Passiflora

© 2025 Scriptaluna LLC ℗ 2025 Scriptaluna LLC

A blues-inflected Florentinae retelling a classic fable. Themes of instinct, betrayal and impossible hope coil beneath a single haunting line.

Lyrics: Once upon a time/ There was a scorpion and a frog/ They were creatures of the water/ They were creatures of the land/ They had a lot in common/ They were fast friends/ Also they were in love

These two met at the bottom of a well/ How they got there, it’s hard to tell/ But when they both started singing/ The echo of their song/ Coming out of that well/ Drew the whole village out/ And they were saved/ By a bucket ride - outta hell

They were creatures of the water/ They were creatures of the land/ They had a lot in common/ They were fast friends/ Also they were in love/

Time went by

And one day the scorpion turned to the frog/ and said,/ “I’m tired/ and I’m hungry….”

ISRC: QT-48A-25-00009 | UPC 737558709702/ ISWC: T-325394212-6

Released on Bandcamp July 13, 2025, commercially August 4, 2025

All works written and performed by Silvia Passiflora/ Produced by John Pineiro/ Recorded and mastered at Perfect Image Recording, Nashville/ Metadata engineered by Silvia Passiflora

© 2025 Scriptaluna LLC ℗ 2025 Scriptaluna LLC

A spoken-word ukulele blues and the discovery of a pentimento in Picasso's The Old Guitarist at the Art Institute of Chicago. A Southern noir ballad of estranged lovers, both musicians, and the woman hidden behind the song.

Lyrics: There’s the man with the blue ukulele/ In the night, framed in a dark blue light/ In shades of blue/ With three chords and the truth/ He thinks of you/ Oh oh, he’s been up since 2/ Playing the blues/ Playing the blues/ Playing the blues

There’s a classic on the screen, it’s The Big Sleep/ With a lady villain and nekkid women/ By his side sleeps a long-haired rescue/ Always faithful, she’s his true blue (true blue)/ There’s a secret underneath the painting/ There’s a woman hidden there, but it’s getting late/ Oh, it’s getting late

And she’s been up since 2/ Playing the blues, playing the blues

There’s the man with the blue ukulele/ In the night, framed in a dark blue light/ In shades of blue/ With three chords and the truth/ He thinks of you/ And oh oh, he’s been up since 2/ He’d go to any length, any length, any length/ To be with you, playing the blues, playing the blues

ISRC: QT-48A-25-00010 | UPC 737558709702/ ISWC: T-303839298-8

Released on Bandcamp July 13, 2025, commercially August 4, 2025

All works written and performed by Silvia Passiflora/ Produced by John Pineiro/ Recorded and mastered at Perfect Image Recording, Nashville/ Metadata engineered by Silvia Passiflora

© 2025 Scriptaluna LLC ℗ 2025 Scriptaluna LLC

A Florentinae tribute to those who held the line during World War II in the Philippines — where war, wilderness, and poetry all endured.

Lyrics: The mind may lose its meadow/ but the lines still hold the field/ old poems rise like wildflowers/ in the places time won’t yield

The hand forgets the planting/ but the roots recall the rain/ the forest names its guardians/ and remembers them by name

ISRC: QT-48A-25-00012 | UPC 737558709702/ ISWC: T-332667533-2

Released on Bandcamp July 13, 2025, commercially August 4, 2025

All works written and performed by Silvia Passiflora/ Produced by John Pineiro/ Recorded and mastered at Perfect Image Recording, Nashville/ Metadata engineered by Silvia Passiflora

© 2025 Scriptaluna LLC ℗ 2025 Scriptaluna LLC

A spoken word piece in tribute to the artist’s grandfather, an island forest ranger during WWII in the Philippines.

Lyrics: When my grandfather roamed the trees/ he found the towns the maps won’t see/ He named them after daughters in the family/ planted their names like seeds in wind

No monument, no marble stone/ just syllables in fields grown wild/ a village whispered down the bone/ a river singing like a child

The maps may fade, the trails may die/ but names, once sown, will learn to fly/ And I, his heir of root and frame/ still carry blossoms from his name

ISRC: QT-48A-25-00013 | UPC 737558709702/ ISWC: T-332667513-8

Released on Bandcamp July 13, 2025, commercially August 4, 2025

All works written and performed by Silvia Passiflora/ Produced by John Pineiro/ Recorded and mastered at Perfect Image Recording, Nashville/ Metadata engineered by Silvia Passiflora

© 2025 Scriptaluna LLC ℗ 2025 Scriptaluna LLC

A spoken word field-recording for ukulele, braiding themes of Native American plant wisdom, sweetgrass and rest.

Lyrics: Lay your troubles down/ Evening hums a lullaby/ The mother cow calls her young/ In the stillness of the night

Everywhere darkness lays/ Gentle kisses on our heads/ As slumber overtakes us one and all/ Drifting off to bed

Good night, dear sweetgrass/ Hope the farm sleeps well tonight/ The moon keeps watch above/ In the kingdom of the sky

Oh my dear sweetgrass/ I turn and take one last look/ I say a prayer in my head/ That your dreams are soft and good

Good night, dear sweetgrass/ Hope the farm sleeps well tonight/ The moon keeps watch above/ In the kingdom of the sky

Good night!

ISRC: QT-48A-25-00015 | UPC 737558709702/ ISWC: T-331858740-1

Released on Bandcamp July 13, 2025, commercially August 4, 2025

All works written and performed by Silvia Passiflora/ Produced by John Pineiro/ Recorded and mastered at Perfect Image Recording, Nashville/ Metadata engineered by Silvia Passiflora

© 2025 Scriptaluna LLC ℗ 2025 Scriptaluna LLC