Invitacion al Aire
by Rafael Alberti
Te invito, sombra, al aire.
Sombra de veinte siglos,
a la verdad del aire,
del aire, aire, aire.
Sombra que nunca sales
de tu cueva, y al mundo
no devolviste el silbo
que al nacer te dio el aire,
del aire, aire, aire.
Sombra sin luz, minera
por las profundidades
de veinte tumbas, veinte
siglos huecos sin aire,
del aire, aire, aire.
¡Sombra, a los picos, sombra,
de la verdad del aire,
del aire, aire, aire!
Why is it hard to make up a poem or a piece of writing that has some artistic validity? What is art anyway? Why seeking for art innovation if there’s no singularity in it? Sure. Art is never made by the hands of only one person. And this is what makes me love art. I love it because art is built to be called OURS. It’s a group effort of given ideas, a spectrum of shapes, colors, and different perspectives of human condition. It's a wholesome activity which demands efforts from its contemplators.
Mittwoch, April 18, 2012
Dienstag, April 17, 2012
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need your voice to relax me
need your pics to dream better
need your words to uplift me
need your tenderness to soften my harshness
need your eyes to see farther than with mine
need your lips to drink the wine of them
need your fingers in mine to feel them shaky
need your tongue in mine to taste your language
need your confusion to see i'm not alone
need your love to love you
need your in-body temperature
need you to need me
need your thoughts to think of you
by Laila Chris
need your pics to dream better
need your words to uplift me
need your tenderness to soften my harshness
need your eyes to see farther than with mine
need your lips to drink the wine of them
need your fingers in mine to feel them shaky
need your tongue in mine to taste your language
need your confusion to see i'm not alone
need your love to love you
need your in-body temperature
need you to need me
need your thoughts to think of you
by Laila Chris
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