All images are © Copyright Rosa Cobos 2009 . All rights reserved
The essence of th work is easy to guess. A blending composition of a simplicity that is looking for the emotion. Photoshop, and the objects of life having been taken myself. The only items that are new are the background of an intense bleu gradient and the butterflies that are simple and dancing strokes of a photosphop brush by defect.
The world is dissolving
in perfect colours.
Foam of thoughts,
cleaning the soul’s sadness.
There is no room,
such is the tightness of Heaven,
when the light rejects the shadows,
as a bad digested food.
The butterflies do not sing,
but they are flapping their wings,
like the eyelids…
overflowed with tears.
Then I knew.. that I was feeling like naked,
before that profussion of happiness..
playing the Fool, eternal meeting,
with the freedom long forgotten.
Some of them are caressing the balloons…
and they sound like crickets,
such primitive laughings of the night summer.
“Buy me one…. please…mom!
do not let them fly away..
without my choosing..
It…. powering my fingers..
with the pulling of its ascending force”.
The Fools… today..
are the joy’s sellers…
and smile to my unreasoning blue mood.
There is not time to loose…”
They cried out to me.
“Though.. we master them,
but just for us..
not for you.”
I love your faces… gait and clothing.
But I’d rather embrace
the dark lapis-lazuli
that makes my Life shine…
And they faded away…
suddenly dragged and lifted…
to the highest cloud
of misty uncertainties.
© Copyright Rosa Cobos 2009 . All rights reserved