JaZzArt en València

Cheers…

A veces me parece que la humanidad se asemeja a un viejo pescador, sin mucho éxito, que sale todos los días a echar sus anzuelos desde las ajadas maderas de una triste yola. Se pasa las horas pescando al sol y al final del día no ha atrapado ni un par de sardinas para echar en la barbacoa… Hay días que la mar se le muestra mansa tranquila y le reconfortan las brisas y aunque no pican ni los mosquitos, regresa a casa rejuvenecido, aunque hambriento. Pero hay otros días en que las olas amenazan, se lo quieren tragar, y el viento se convierte en latigo que le pega incesantemente y le rasura el rostro ya muy quemado y agrietado por el sol… Así estamos. Así somos nosotros, la humanidad sedienta, hambrienta, y llena de necesidades. Los que nos rodean y gobiernan son pervertidos sinvergüenzas que nos lanzan a la guerra, y como no nos respetan nos echan encima a sus perros de presa… Mirad lo que está pasando en Ucrania, en Gaza, en Afghanistan, en Balochistan, y también en Los Angeles…

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Sometimes it seems to me that humanity resembles an old fisherman, not very successful, who goes out every day to cast his hooks from the weathered wood of a sad little boat. He spends hours fishing in the sun, and at the end of the day, he hasn’t caught even a couple of sardines to throw on the grill… Some days the sea shows itself calm and the breezes are comforting, and although not even the mosquitoes bite, he returns home rejuvenated, though hungry. But there are other days when the waves threaten, wanting to swallow him, and the wind becomes a whip that incessantly lashes him, scraping his already sunburned and cracked face… This is how we are. This is how we are as humanity! We are thirsty, hungry, and full of needs. Those around us and in power are shameless perverts who throw us into war, and since they do not respect us, they unleash their attack dogs on us… Look at what is happening in Ukraine, in Gaza, in Afghanistan, in Balochistan, and also in Los Angeles…

GRACIAS – CHEERS

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

Y no basta con decir “somos progresistas” pues el progreso se mide sobre la marcha no en los discursos.

Insane art is what it is, art done by the insane, some criminally insane, others not so much… But it fed the appetites of the surrealists and many, many more… But remember, the art of the insane is art done by non-artists and definitely not by artists pretending to be insane like some famous ones we all know and love, or not… 😊.

CHEERS

Bodo en Nueva York (2008)… exponiendo cuadros en SoHo, Brooklyn y Mid-Town Manhattan…

Y si, a veces dicen que soy anti social, quiza a veces, pero siempre anti-comunista y anti fascista, que al fin y al cabo son las dos caras de una misma moneda…

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Bodo in New York (2008)… Exhibiting art in SoHo, Brooklyn and Mid-Town…

and yes, some may say that I am at times anti-social, but always anti-communist and anti-fascist (after all they are the two sides of the same coin).

Long Live Freedom – Viva la libertad

GRACIAS – CHEERS

This song is one of my faves from all the songs I love by Billy Joel…

What do you think?

I saw Venus and Jupiter conspire against Mars

and I listened intently,

pretending I didn’t hear their rumours of war,

but war soon began and the refugees ran

to some nearby place…

I saw apples and oranges rage against grapes,

their colourful arguments filled with wild rage,

and I listened quite well as they talked battle plans

and the refugees ran far away from their lands…

And the refugees came to my shores in great numbers,

suffering heat, cold, thirst and hunger

and I prepared quite a feast to welcome them here

while my government closed their eyes and their ears,

to the plight of the poor, the maligned and the weak

they were soon turned away

or cruelly interned

in a cell,

or an airplane

flying to hell…

C.2025, Francisco Bravo Cabrera – 07 JUN 2025 – Valencia, España