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*I dreamnt once….though awakened,
one tear in my right hand as a pearl.
Another tear in my left as a flower.
Time run away in the ghost´s fashion,
silver and tarrish black…silence.
There was not window, out of my eyes.
There was not a door in my Home-Soul.
Knocking on a Dove´s Feather,
Skies being opened and closed.
Eternity breathed out of Space.
Cycles of Visions in gems of Truth.
The feelings crystalized in mountains,
The emotions flooded on reflections,
The past, rooted in winters without snow.
The Ice of the forbidden Land of Hatred.
twisting in agonies of melting loves.

Around and around, the contracted Sun,
tried to take my emptyness away
For ever, and never, if ever it warmed
Lost in that treasured refractions,
newly gone, and lost, and tear..some.
I wished to touch the Rock of Wisdom,
but my hand were tied to the flowers.
Trembling, fading, meeting the shadows,
strings cut of a puppet without a core.
If I keep still, as the broken shores,
dried up by the thristy sands of Life,
then I may enter into the Hall…
of those Rocks of Crystal Breathing,
purely hissing like a serpentine Love.
Rosa*

This image has been done with the blending of my own photographs and subjects creted with Cinema 4d, Photoshop and Illustrator. A fantasy of an special Coast of Freedom.

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cinema4d, photocomposition, sea, sky, mandala, sunset

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  • RosaCobos
    RosaCobosover 1 year ago

    *I dreamnt once….though awakened,
    one tear in my right hand as a pearl.
    Another tear in my left as a flower.
    Time run away in the ghost´s fashion,
    silver and tarrish black…silence.
    There was not window, out of my eyes.
    There was not a door in my Home-Soul.
    Knocking on a Dove´s Feather,
    Skies being opened and closed.
    Eternity breathed out of Space.
    Cycles of Visions in gems of Truth.
    The feelings crystalized in mountains,
    The emotions flooded on reflections,
    The past, rooted in winters without snow.
    The Ice of the forbidden Land of Hatred.
    twisting in agonies of melting loves.

    Around and around, the contracted Sun,
    tried to take my emptyness away
    For ever, and never, if ever it warmed
    Lost in that treasured refractions,
    newly gone, and lost, and tear..some.
    I wished to touch the Rock of Wisdom,
    but my hand were tied to the flowers.
    Trembling, fading, meeting the shadows,
    strings cut of a puppet without a core.
    If I keep still, as the broken shores,
    dried up by the thristy sands of Life,
    then I may enter into the Hall…
    of those Rocks of Crystal Breathing,
    purely hissing like a serpentine Love.
    Rosa*

    This image has been done with the blending of my own photographs and subjects creted with Cinema 4d, Photoshop and Illustrator. A fantasy of an special Coast of Freedom.

  • Mui-Ling Teh
    Mui-Ling Tehover 1 year ago

    Very surreal and mystifying – and love the sudden appearance of light in the strange mysterious world – perhaps the moment of waking up from a strange dream. The flowers above the water’s surface, yet immersed in water is quite a contradiction – just like your first line “I dreamnt once….though awakened” – though I do understand that is supposed to be the flower tear. Very lovely work.

  • Dear Mui…as always, your words are impregnated with “good sense”….and insight. The vegetation, in reality is not into the water…but I desired to create the effect of being in some sort of cliff where I could dive only my eyes into the shore. But it does not matter really. No I will try to explain (explain is just a word…of course)…about the flower tear. It is a metaphor, just an image that will take your water, salty and warm and turn it into a tear..for I may think, or feel that if in the right hand the tear is turned into a pearl, which is dry and hard, though beautiful, as well as it is the left brain, designed for being close to reason and language and so….the other hand, the left one, will hold a droplet of “white blood”, coming out of emotions, intuition and so….being close to the right brain emisphere. Just tell me if now is better understood, (though I must tell you that I do not think what I write…do not try to translate it into another language) Thank you so much. Rosa

    – RosaCobos

  • RosaCobos
    RosaCobosover 1 year ago

  • shadowlea
    shadowleaover 1 year ago

    from a crystal planet…beautiful

  • Thank you so much, for your presence and heart.
    Rosa

    – RosaCobos

  • autumnwind
    autumnwindover 1 year ago

    Sometimes Rosa, I feel you do not even realize you are perhaps already there, in that ‘Hall…of those Rocks of Crystal Breathing…’ because for me, it is another realm that you dream in, live in….I don’t know. For you, ever searching, always nearer, or so it seems. You are magic and other worldly to me…look at your art, read these words…transported and mesmerized by the beauty of your soul. Beautiful, beautiful…this is…is you. ♥♥♥

  • Your words, as usual, make me feel embarrashed, for I am hearing such incredible compliments that it is fantastic to read. I thank you for your kindneess, for your faithfulness and for your heart. Warm hug for you. Rosa

    – RosaCobos

  • helene ruiz
    helene ruizover 1 year ago

    beautiful!

  • Gracias hermana!!
    Rosa

    – RosaCobos

  • Anthea  Slade
    Anthea Sladeover 1 year ago

    Oh my dear friend this artwork and poem is mesmerising, spiritually nourishing and breathtakingly beautiful. Love love this artwork.

  • Thank you very much, Anthea. Is always really good to have you close. Rosa

    – RosaCobos

  • Albert
    Albertover 1 year ago

    Very well done ………….. *
    Cheers !

  • Thank you so much, Albert…and cheers to you too.
    Rosa

    – RosaCobos

  • Larry Butterworth
    Larry Butterworthover 1 year ago

    that is a beautifully intriging image Rosa

  • Thank you, so much, Larry. Love the intruiguing works…as yours are, mostly. Rosa

    – RosaCobos

  • eoconnor
    eoconnorover 1 year ago

    i am loving this image of a beautiful world and your writting always fills me with wonder liz))))

  • Thank you, Liz for being kind and warm with your visit and insight.
    Rosa

    – RosaCobos

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