All images are @ Copyright Rosa Cobos 2010 . All rights reserved
For creating this window of waiting, I have managed many many images all having photographed by myself. It is a matter of selection, blending, disposition, blending modes and visiting the wonderful world of the “hue-saturation” mysteries…I am talking of Photoshop in essence. Good for us..that something like that has been come out of human minds….
Are you dreaming for me…
or are you dreaming for your dream?
The clouds are pushing your soul
out of this window …the Room Space Glow.
a disguising Passion,
resolved in a nest of draperies.
Smiling…eternal blissful sigh.
Your roundness being fixed upon a mystery.
Did you ever really love….
so diluted as the firy clouds?
Or …..conspicuous as the naked bathing Goddess?
Did you…..really spread your wings of fire,
and congeal the lips, scorching the pain,
of your strenuous and stormy desires?
turned into a dream’s gallery,
hanging the mature skin,
Art Work created by lived Time,
of the lazy serpent digesting the apple…
And when, the day could not either end or begun
to light the fears and the remorse of lost times…
a guest did appear…raining thoughts and moans,
that had been kept along the weeks of unconstrained tears.
Bonfire of vanishing promises,
droplets of shocking embraces,
beam of commanding sex appeal.
A mockery of the real essence,
of your body firm and steel.
But you did not see him..
the ecstasy being felt like a sneer..
of a strange breathing,
sounding along the pipes
of a crackled thirsty throat,
asking for more…
asking for something…
asking for love…