The city is the fishbowl…
And that’s where I live,
as I am a fish…
Not a gold one,
not a guppy,
not a tasty one that you can trap and fry,
Not a pretty one at all…
I have scales of iron,
teeth like daggers,
black as night
in colour and intention…
and from the sunless depths I rise.
Because the city is my fishbowl
with its waters cold and foul,
and I swim through streets and avenues, without a light,
without a sound…
C.2021, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 23 NOV 2021/01 JUN 2025, València, Espanya
CHEERS
JaZzArt en València 
Poem and picture beautifully swim in tandem.
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Thank you so much Pat!
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Thank you, Francesco, for the meaningful poem and wonderful illustration of your words.
Joanna
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Thank you so much Joanna! I am so glad you liked it! All the best and a great week to you!
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You are more than welcome, Francesco!
Joanna
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Sounds fishy to me, Francisco… Just kidding… Nicely written. Lol
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Thank you KC!
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Of course, you are not a tasty one!
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Not at all… 😊
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nice one again bro
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Thank you bro! Do you write any poetry?
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your welkom my friend, yes i try some but it is in dutch and not easy to translate in English
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Oh, ok, I wanted to invite you to collaborate with LatinosUSA (English or Spanish edition) as a poet… If you decide to translate one, let me know, I am the new poetry editor. All the best mon ami.
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okidoki mon ami, i will try some and let you know my friend, sounds good
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ok!
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