Quote of the day…

(“Bajista verde”/Francisco Bravo Cabrera/All Rights Reserved)

“Don’t be afraid, just put your war face on.” (FBC/Bodo Vespaciano/1999/Mont Blanc)

Quote of the day…

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“Surfin València!”

(Photo property of FBC, Omnia Caelum Studios València)

Although it may look like a tropical beach, this is the Mediterranean Sea at Malvarosa Beach, València…

Today, warming up to 34 degrees, and sunny! And the Mediterranean is warming up to almost 30 degrees! (And there are still those who doubt climate change!)

Surf’s up!

Here is something from my days with The Abstract Jazz Arrangement:

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Cheers…

#poem, «After The Weather» A Poem by Francisco Bravo Cabrera

(“Amanece”/Francisco Bravo Cabrera/All Rights Reserved)

After the Weather

The sky,

Reflected on glass towers,

has not decided what it is.

Endings are not architecture

built to say goodbye

with my name

carved on the door.
No one sleeps

when tomorrow hums

beneath the floor.

Nothing stays in the mould

It came in.

The body knows this.
Even the old photograph
is becoming a different photograph.

Someone sits

and watches their shadow grow.

But it’s just morning.

The dead do not return,
but light finds the places
where they stood.

It’s not consolation.

The wound
has changed its address.

The empty chair
becoming wood again.

Silence no longer asks
to be filled.

Time takes our names

and buries them

where trees grow,

with outstretched branches,

like hands opening.

It’s only the weather

Passing through.

12 AUG 2026, Francisco Bravo Cabrera – Ilica, Turkey

#artvideo «Marc Chagall»

(Photo: Artsper Magazine)

Uno de los grandes artistas del S. XX

One of the great painters of the XXth C.

(2022)

Gracias…

Cheers…

#poem, «After The Weather» A Poem by Francisco Bravo Cabrera

(«Abstracto Verde»/Francisco Bravo Cabrera/All Rights Reserved)

After the Weather

The sky,

Reflected on glass towers,

has not decided what it is.

Endings are not architecture

built to say goodbye

with my name

carved on the door.
No one sleeps

when tomorrow hums

beneath the floor.

Nothing stays in the mould

It came in.

The body knows this.
Even the old photograph
is becoming a different photograph.

Someone sits

and watches their shadow grow.

But it’s just morning.

The dead do not return,
but light finds the places
where they stood.

It’s not consolation.

The wound
has changed its address.

The empty chair
becoming wood again.

Silence no longer asks
to be filled.

Time takes our names

and buries them

where trees grow,

with outstretched branches,

like hands opening.

It’s only the weather

Passing through.

12 AUG 2026, Francisco Bravo Cabrera – Ilica, Turkey