The city is the fishbowl where I live,
I am a fish…
Not a gold one,
not a guppy,
not a meaty one that you can trap and fry,
Not a pretty one at all…
I have scales of iron,
teeth like knives,
my colour is as black as night,
and from the deep and dark I rise…
The city is my fishbowl
and the water seems quite foul,
as I swim through streets and avenues, without a light,
without a sound…
C.2021, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 23 NOV 2021, València, España
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Bon dia! Y gracias!
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What a striking, atmospheric piece. The imagery is bold, gritty, and beautifully symbolic—the “fishbowl city,” the iron scales, the silent navigation through darkness. It carries a haunting sense of resilience, identity, and solitude all at once. Francisco Bravo Cabrera’s writing paints a world that feels both poetic and visceral, inviting the reader to inhabit the shadows and strength of the narrator. A powerful and evocative work—thank you for sharing it.
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Thank you so much Sir! I truly appreciate your kind words of encouragement and support! All the best! 🙏🏻😊🙏🏻
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Your graciousness and warmth always shine through your words, and it’s a pleasure to connect with you. I’m truly glad if my thoughts bring even a little encouragement your way.
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As do yours Sir, which truly inspire. All the best to you and wishing you enjoy a most delightful weekend, creatively and productively.
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…un pez viandante debidamente preparado para defender su deambular urbanita. Me gusta.
Salud.
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A veces me parece que vivimos en una pecera… Gracias y un saludo.
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I really like this. Some great images!
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Thank you!
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