I know it is not one of the «famous» Greek islands, but, I think you will see why I love it…
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Venga, yo se que esta no es de las islas famosas de Grecia, pero si veis el vídeo os daréis cuenta porque me he enamorado de ella…
#travel, CHIOS!
#art, 3rd Part: Thoughts and Fragments – 3a parte: Fragmentos y pensamientos…
«What is the first thought in my head when I approach a canvas? That first thought had arrived long before I ever even prepared a canvas for a painting. By the time I approached the canvas I already had thought about the size, the style, the dimensions, and the dynamics of the composition. Additionally I already had envisioned the rough sketch and had listened to the tune it would dance to. Dance to? What? Yes, my paintings must dance…» (Francisco Bravo Cabrera)
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«¿Cuál es el primer pensamiento en mi cabeza cuando me acerco a un lienzo? Será el segundo porque el primero llegó mucho antes de si quiera acercarme al lienzo. Y os diré que al acerqué al lienzo, ya había pensado en el tamaño, el estilo, las dimensiones y la dinámica de la composición. Además, ya había imaginado el boceto inicial y había escuchado la melodía a la que iba a bailar. ¿Bailar? ¿Qué me dices? Pues te digo que sí, mis cuadros bailan…» (Francisco Bravo Cabrera)
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CHEERS – GRACIAS
#art, Más fragmentos y pensamientos (3a parte) – More Fragments and Thoughts (part 3)
“Colour is the music of the composition, the high notes, the pauses and the harmony. Colour creates a scale that goes beyond the do, re, mi, it is infinite.” (Francisco Bravo Cabrera)
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“El color es la música de la composición, las notas altas, las pausas y la armonía. Los colores forman una escala que supera a la del do, re, mi, tiene mas de ocho notas, es infinita.” (Francisco Bravo Cabrera)
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CHEERS – GRACIAS
#photo, Pels carrers de València – On the Streets of Valencia…
La ciutat de València, nascuda als temps romans, em segueix omplint el cor d’amor i em segueix omplint de misteris i amors
en anar caminant…
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La ciudad de Valencia, nacida en los tiempos romanos, me sigue llenando el corazón de amor y me sigue llenando de misterios y amores
al ir caminando…
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The city of Valencia, founded by the Romans, continues to fill my heart with love and her mysteries continue to reach me as I walk her streets…
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Moltes gràcies – Muchas gracias – Cheers
Good Day! – ¡Buen día!
“Lo primero que agradezco es la luz, pues me es útil. Si no tuviera consciencia de que hay un Dios que me la regala, fuera un ingrato.” (Francisco Bravo Cabrera)
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“The first thing I am grateful for is the light of day, which is useful. If I didn’t have awareness of God, who freely gives it to me, I would be an ingrate.” (Francisco Bravo Cabrera)
Bon dia!
El arte poético de Yvonne Torregrosa (editor Francisco Bravo Cabrera)
VOLVER Cuando el dolor inclementeme exprimemás allá de los huesos,con la mirada ya secay el corazón roto y negro.Me escapo a ese rincón de mi mentea …
El arte poético de Yvonne Torregrosa (editor Francisco Bravo Cabrera)
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GRACIAS – CHEERS
#music, “Surfin València!”
Although it may look like a tropical beach, this is the Mediterranean Sea at Malvarosa Beach, València…
Today, 19 degrees and sunny.
Surf’s up!
Cheers…
#poem, «Footsteps On The Sand»
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.
JaZzArt en València 