Celebrating 60 (Today is my Birthday.....and)


Bilbao, Spain

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All images are © Copyright Rosa Cobos 2011 – All rights reserved
Featured in DIGITAL ART AND WRITING. February 10th, 2011
Featured in IMAGE WRITING. February 10th, 2011
Featured in C.O.R.E. February, 10th. 2011
Featured in ALL BLENDS. February 19th, 2011

No secrets….
Calendars are gossipers…midwives….
announcing with envy, falling of hair, days, teeth, skin, loves, hatreds, months, years, encounters, deliverances, forgiveness, tumults, heart breakings, thousands renaissances, ten thousands deaths….
Scarecrows smiling behind misty wheat fields,
each one having numbers sticked to the backs…
just to remind me not to smile, when I feel…I am..
I am combing their hairs, made with straw sticks,
polished by my tired hands..as I comb everyday my own,
peeping through a half veiled mirror…
the whitness of streaks of age…that I wear with pride.
But they do not belong to me….
neither the days,
years of waiting
to wait another one
Perplexed of not recognizing myself.
Of not having enough rosary beads, to count years,
of not having enough candles to blow…
for my hunger is limited
to illuminate such a birthday cake.
Not secrets….60
Lost some memories
and sparkling my neurons,
as if they were firecracks.
Sometimes I am light….
no past is weighing, delator of my burdens.
I feel like laughing….echoing the souls forgotten.
Not my rememberings, as images…
they are skin and bones, tremblings and tears,
tracking unendless pathways along my Soul.
Perplexed….who is naming me from there?
where from do they think can find my outlines?
How do they dare to reach for my shadow….
that shadow, not lived…not dreamt…maimed.?
I cannot answer to them with equal resounding.
For my perplexity is close to freedom…
it costs me pains like labouring…
it is my image turned into ashes….
reaching with moist…the putrefactio
of the soil to seed…
unfathomable loves or feels or bliss.
Such odour of rooting inside the flesh,
aroma of lost virginity….new born babies,
dry womb for recognizing the truth that…
is constantly lying to my senses
So… senses full….not lying anymore.
Today…it is my 60 Birthday…
and I feel…

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