TheatreWitch...Larraitz (The Poem)

*In an enclosed space…
Before the apparent wall
the spectators never dare to touch
your neon voices..for they burn
inside the immaculate visions
of the peasants of lazy habits.

Their spiritual “anima” is scared
by the vision of your power.
Where do they sound the cryings
of the old witches, lost in time… faded?
broken by opened arms,
imagined embraces,
tension behind,
the skin of ivory,
indifferent pearls of light.
You look at me…
trespassing my feels.
And I stand clutching the weapon
that does not wound..but heals.
So it is not weapon at last..
but truly the essence of my wits.

The smoke passioning the hall,
cannot find a way to dissolve.
And you wait for my approval,
of beauty and love…
so I try to understand that …
you are not there…
any more than myself,
at the moment the stage,
breaks the space between
the ones who expect..
and the one who gives.

in serene compassion
Just wait for her…
Larraitz…witch of Faith.

TheatreWitch...Larraitz (The Poem)


Bilbao, Spain

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Artist's Description

This a homage to the greatest of all arts….Theatre, a reproduction of what “human reality” is at last, spaces of Music, Dance, Words, Art, and above all understanding of our complex behavior and relationship.
Larraitz -Her Stage

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