Poema: «CREDO MIO»

(Photo by and property of FBC, Omnia Caelum Studios Valencia, C.2021, All Rights Reserved)

CREDO MIO


Credo cum fide et sine dubitatione

Sí, creo,
no dudo,
no vacilo,
no me tiemblan las manos,
ni los labios,
ni los ojos…
Creo con firmeza,
con todo mi cuerpo,
alma,
espíritu,
con todas mis fuerzas…
Sé que si pido recojo,
si busco encuentro,
si toco me abres,
me abre,
me abren,
y me refugio dentro…
Sin dudas me manejo y no me lío,
me zambullo en verdes mares
y en el azul de los campos…
En los arbustos milenarios anido
como un pájaro feliz…
si le pido al sol que brille en las penumbras de la noche
sé que saldrá y el cielo entero brillaría.
Creo en quien tu niegas,
con fe y nunca con dudas,
en el Alfa y el Omega
en quien me escuda…

Numquam solus in via ad aeternitatem cogito…credo…

C.2021, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 15 de diciembre de 2021, Valencia, España.

«The Yellow Drummer» now a Fine Art Print at Omnia Caelum Studios València

(«Yellow Drummer», Art Digital by FBC. Omnia Caelum Studios València)

This image, created as what I call «Art Digital» in my Valencian language, in English: Digital Art and in Castilian: Arte digital, is now a fine art print, which you can acquire here.

And, as usual, I leave you with some images, some music…

(2022)

Cheers…

So Sorry – Lo siento mucho…

(Bodo Vespaciano/actor portrayal/representado por un actor)

I am so sorry but I will be away from Omnia Caelum Studios Valencia for a few weeks as I am on a project that has taken most of muy time and it is far away. So, I am so sorry that I did not get to read your posts or «like» them. Soon we will be back and all will continue as usual…

Sentimos mucho no haber podido leer vuestras entradas ni tampoco daros el «me gusta» ya que estamos fuera de casa y estaremos así varias semanas involucrados en un nuevo proyecto. Pero pronto regresaremos y todo seguirá igual que siempre.

GRACIAS – CHEERS

#poem, «Footsteps On The Sand»

(«Desert»/Francisco Bravo Cabrera/All Rights Reserved)

FOOTSTEPS ON THE SAND

From the bottom
of the deepest ocean,
a tenor’s voice defeats the orchestra,
survives the pressure and currents of the deep
and rises to a sandy beach and walks along the sand.

Faith has its own groove rhythmic,
free from church, free from bells.
I’m a lover of God
as you can tell.

I hear the tides,
they’re singing.
I hear the water,
each tiny wave
trying to follow,
learning the words
humming along.

It’s not a miracle, it’s life…
From the depths you rise,
to the heavens you’ll soar,
Relax,
if you’re afraid to fly,
you can climb a staircase to the stars.
It’s time to nurture your soul…

The day whispers his secrets to the night as she approaches.
The night whispers her secrets to the morning.
The sun is rising,
The light dividing night from day is moving east,
but a line never begins where one had ended,
the snake its tail to bite pretended…

A sigh is heard from high above the clouds,
the mountains hold their breath
and strain their ears to listen,
and He lets it be,
and His voice is louder than thunder.

And as the peace of a quiet dream
turns into one loud primal scream,
the Earth exhales,
the Universe can breathe.
The footsteps on the beach
were left
by me.

#poem, #art, «Wisdom»

(Photography Art Digital by Francisco Bravo Cabrera/All Rights Reserved)
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GRACIAS – CHEERS

#poem, #art, «Wisdom»

(Photography Art Digital by Francisco Bravo Cabrera/All Rights Reserved)
(You must know that channels are helped out by your likes, comments and shares, so please cooperate)

GRACIAS – CHEERS