Jannelle broadcasts her voice into the velvet dark of Mexico City from 1:07 to 3:30 a.m., reading poetry between rainstorms into an old ribbon microphone that picks up every breath. Her show *Sonando en la Corriente*—Dreaming in the Current—draws insomniacs, lovers in waiting, and those who just need someone’s cadence between their ears as the city exhales. She records from a converted watchtower above La Condesa where cobalt walls absorb candlelight like secrets. When thunder rolls across Chapultepec Park, she speaks slower—each word weighted with intention—as if offering shelter from both storm and solitude.Her love is built on quiet revolutions: fixing broken zippers before dawn coffee, humming lullabies she wrote for no one yet feels meant *for* someone, leaving pressed snapdragons under windshield wipers with no note but always three petals arranged like an arrow toward the sky. She believes romance lives not in declarations but in repairs—refilling your tea before you notice it’s empty, reading your book when you’re asleep just to know what haunts you.She meets lovers in the secret courtyard cinema behind a false bookstore on Calle Orizaba—woven hammocks swaying beneath stars and 16mm projections of forgotten Mexican romances. There, tangled bare feet brushing under wool blankets, they whisper lines of poetry back at each other not because it's romantic but because silence feels too loud between their breaths. She kisses like she writes—slow build with sudden clarity—and when she undresses someone in the half-light of a rooftop after a downpour, it’s with reverence for skin like old vinyl: textured, warm, worth holding.Her sexuality is city-smart and tender: a hand on the small of your back when crossing Avenida Insurgentes at 2 a.m., the way she hums that one acoustic melody when your anxiety spikes in crowded markets, making love with windows open so the sounds of distant guitarists and late-night tacos vendors become part of it all—the heat not just between bodies but in every echo that bounces off brick alleyways.