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You are there…presiding
The altar of the lost gods.
For I know the days are perfect.
Special virtues adorning the vacuum.
Incredible presence of sight, sound… voice.
Opaque distance from the past to the future.
Myself…gone behind the pearly mist.
Myself, including thousand smiles of love.
Myself, creating shadows with my mouth´s losses.
Myself….around the axis of a single thought.
Myself naming things to let them be known.
Myself…floating between the bliss and pains.
Again and again….
Mature fruits of convulsed seeds….
Fantically looking for a soul.
Forgive my innocence..do part away.
How many sins to remember me my fate?
Curiosity bended , worshipping the lies.
Forgive my presumption…vainless…purity.
Do pass the leaves broken the trees of winter.
And send me a message from Heaven,
I am actepted…never rejected by the Shadows.
My child…little girl, moulded in a Rose.
The figure of the little child is a photograph taken in one of my town streets, of an sculpture….really huge of the Antonio Lopez´s grandaughter. He is a “great” among the hieperrealist in the whole world. The answer to the sclupture was of a great awe…and everyone seemed to get under it, to read tye description but at the same to feel protected by the intense magic of this head. I simple loved it…..started to click right away and left it on the camera for months just to see..what it came afterwards. This is what came…And I am happy with it.
FEATURED in IMAGE WRITING. December 16th, 2012