#art, poem, «My Nights In The Country»

I must say that I have never lived in the country. I was born in a city and have always lived in cities, rather large ones at that. However, due to circumstances beyond my control, I did have to spend quite a lengthy time in the country, climbing mountains, following dark trails, wading through jungles and swamps and I think the spirit of the country, of the wilderness, of untamed nature did leave its mark on me. Now the country fascinates me…

A Sea Above Us

There are no words that can describe the things around us,

perhaps it’s best if we just look and point at them.

The sky is not the sky but a sea above us.

The clouds are jellyfish that roam and float

upon the foam of other beings that frolic vibrantly

upon the clouds of wonder far above.

And what are we?

We’re just the fish who live way in the bottom.

Yes, we, who think we are the measure of it all.

We’re only made to reach a certain level

and we don’t travel higher,

we will never fly

for fear we’ll fall…

C.2023, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 17 AUG 2023, Valencia, España