This image is subjected to © Copyright Rosa Cobos 2014 – all rights reserved.
This work has been entirely painted with Procreate app. in my IPad. It belongs to my Art Project, “SOUL´S LANDSCAPES”.
The bird…pushed by unwaving clouds.
Imagined perception of freedom.
Amazed. receptacle of breathing shells.
I can rest upon the trimmed cradle.
Little twigs of dormant thoughts,
receiving and caressing.
The clouds, beastly nightmare
where light becomes thick and moisted.
They are travelling East iike a drunk moth.
Do not touch my skin, evenly trembling.
I can keep my entráils warm…coiling soul.
Each pore beading a new chain of love.
Hissing inside, the Serpentine moaning.
Space enough for becoming conscious.
Surprised wings , alert, covering and soft.
Let me go, without going, my other God.
Let me live in the highest ether of Wisdom
while I dream upon the hardest rocks.