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    Thumbnail 1 of 3, Poster, Puppet'sFreedom designed and sold by RosaCobos.
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    Poster, Puppet'sFreedom designed and sold by RosaCobos

    Puppet'sFreedom Poster

    Designed and sold by RosaCobos
    $15.72
    $19.64 (20% off)
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    $15.72
    $19.64 (20% off)

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    • Printed on poster paper. Extremely versatile, making it perfect for reproducing both artwork and photographs
    • Custom sizes, based on artwork dimensions. Check size chart if self-framing
    • Dimensions include a 1 - 2 inch (2.5 - 5.0cm) white border to assist in framing
    • Shipped in protective packaging
    • Since every item is made just for you by your local third-party fulfiller, there may be slight variances in the product received
    Artwork thumbnail, Puppet'sFreedom by RosaCobos
    Puppet'sFreedom
    All images are © Copyright Rosa Cobos 2010 - All rights reserved. Featured in BREAKING THE BOUNDARIES GROUP. October 23th, 2010 Featured in SURREALISM, October 26 th, 2010 All images are my own photographing. Sphere has been created by me with Photoshop 3D and using different modes of layer blending. The rainbow...mystical version of a new pathway to self realization is a curved layer with rainbow gradient. My little one in the ball..is my grand-son, Paúl. Jailed puppeter. Child that never grows, with a heart as big as a moon. The strings have been dissolved dragged as the rainbow flows. Droplets of light pathing my dreams. My little one caged in an eternal Sun, so aged as the painted mist, so lonely as the space behind. My puppet…without puppeteer. My soul…boundless illusion. Crimson touch for a farewell, two roses ready to play, the imaginary organ pipe, each new feeling a chord, each new step a dance. No one to say…goodbye, tangled ropes knotting sighs. Up there, the sky kidnnaping the fleshy movement of his hands. My child…goodbye, I leave you there, the key, to open the eyelids of the dormant gods. The ones promising that… only but you… could be the king… of the eternal land. One and two... No tracks on the sand My Self... noiselessly, and weeping, all fears away... with a tender smile. Rosa This poem is © Copyright Rosa Cobos 2010 . All rights reserved

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