Horse Bath, by Joaquim Sorolla
When the sun bathes me
in the salty breeze
that reddens my lips
after the water pearls in my skin
vanish,
and the regal star deceases
for today
and I lose sight of the bay,
the bright white of its fur
also fades away
and it is the moon
that rips the gloom
on its mirage of the light
behind the sea,
do I dare to state
that it is not worth
to live
for this?
that reddens my lips
after the water pearls in my skin
vanish,
and the regal star deceases
for today
and I lose sight of the bay,
the bright white of its fur
also fades away
and it is the moon
that rips the gloom
on its mirage of the light
behind the sea,
do I dare to state
that it is not worth
to live
for this?
by Leire Fernández Bravo
The Dancers, by Edgar Degas
What
can it be?
What
is it that makes it special?
Is it
the freedom?
Or
maybe the reward for the hard work?
What
makes you have butterflies in the stomach?
What
will be the love of dance?
Does
the sweet sound of the music sound?
Or is
it the thrill of the applause of the public?
Be
that as it may, the curtain rises,
We
went out to scene
The
music sounds,
And
finally...I feel free
by Lidia Carrasco
Girl
with a Pearl Earring, by Johannes Vermeer
Who
can she be?
Where
is she from?
Is
she free?
Or is
she a slave?
She
seem brave,
To be
enclosed.
Whom
it may be proposed,
To be
a model?
Might
she be in a muddle?
And
do I try
To
search for it?
by Anna Avilés
Girl at the Window, by Salvador Dalí
What
can it be?
Is
she waiting for something?
Is
she shedding tears into the deep black sea?
Is
she waiting for nothing?
Or
maybe she needs some help?
Some
help to find out herself?
Trying
to replace some mistakes?
Or
maybe she only needs some break?
All
it can be,
Searching
answers into the sea’
by Sara Gérez
by Sara Gérez
The left painting of the landscape, by Vasili Kandinsky
The fields of the lowest afternoon
Deformed the warm picture
Maybe this is just a green landscape
Or is this the shadow of love?
A love which the pair in the middle
Is going on walking through the time
Now I can see it clear! That´s it!
The couple met with another one
Oh! Sad moment for the men
He was sure about his heart
This one though: come on, go ahead!
She is loving you...yet
Years were passing so slow
Tears were following so fast
Her smiles wouldn´t be him anymore
But... if is that a landscape, right?
by Ariel Jiménez
The traveller above the sea of mist”, by Kaspar David Friedrich
Remember, remember
The clouds of december
The sun in the sky
The bird starts to fly
And you stay alone
With the feet in the stone
The mist covers all
Like a stone behind a wall
I wish you were here
To see with you the mountains and trees
by Sergio Aguado
The per sistence of memory, by Salvador Dalí
What is the time?
What you cannot buy?
What you cannot change?
What you cannot stop?
Time is what happens
While you are busy making other things
Does it really exist?
Time wasted
Cannot be recovered
Is it an illusion?
Where is the past?
Is it in your memories?
Where is the future?
Is it in your dreams?
Would you change your past?
by Xavier Cantos
Liberty guiding the People, by Eugene Delacroix
Liberty guiding the People, by Eugene Delacroix
Like the liberty that demands Segismundo
That is the liberty that dream all
Why do we desire that liberty?
Who asks for hit, ad nauseam this right?
We desire it without knowing, we need it
But we negate this, including the slaves
How to achieve liberty?
Can they, being objects for their owners, achieve it?
Liberty is what allows us
Is what lets us be like we really are
Liberty, a right that is forgotten by humans
That today will disappear like the slaves´liberty
by Agata Sánchez
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