#poem, «Autumn’s Light Remembered»

(Original Art by Francisco Bravo Cabrera/All Rights Reserved)

“AUTUMN LIGHT REMEMBERED”
(Inspired by Brahms Symphony No. 3, Mvt. III Poco Allegretto)

In the silence sewn between two heartbeats,
a violin begins to stir,
a gentle softness, as evening’s silken hair
brushing over the river’s flowing silence,
warm as a name no longer spoken,
a name never forgotten.

The melody walks the silver path
that lovers do
when they fear the world might vanish
if they float through here too quickly.

The violins, cellos and violas
carry the ache of an autumn’s evening light, amber and trembling,
so faint but yet remembering
everything it ever held in its soft glow.

Here love whispers love,
yet knows of joy’s fragile membranes,
and how easily it slips
through even the most faithful hands.

Stillness…
Settles evenly beneath the sighs of strings,
while promises move
the pulse of hope
threading through the shadows,
to tell you:
I am with you,
even in the places
where we cannot remain.

And then the music ends
as love oftentimes does,
not broken,
but evaporated, like darkness on a brilliant morning,
leaving ghosts to fill the air with thoughts,
creating the final chord
that echoes endlessly
through the indifference of a sunny day.

C.2025, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 6th of December 2025, Valencia, España

Saturday Morning Chat: An “AI” Artist?

(Waiting for a beer in El Carmen, C.2021, All Rights Reserved)

Today I saw a report about an “artist” whose work is being sold online, as nft, at auctions and that has already made 300.000 US dollars.

But there is no such artist. The artist is AI! However the programmer and the human artist behind this fallacy talk about this artificial thing as if he was a real artist.

For me art remains strictly, and absolutely, within the realm of humans and only humans. No machine can make art. Just as no animal can make art.

We shouldn’t be fooled by these gimmicks or by their “creators” who tell us that their AI artist is advancing and developing his art. AI is and should always remain, a tool, just like a palette knife or a vacuum cleaner…

In conclusion, we’ve many artists, human ones, as it should be. We need technology to advance health care and other industrial aspects, and not to meddle in the arts.

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#art, Mis dibujos a lapiz y tinta india… My Drawings With Pencil and India Ink…

(FBC/Actor portrayal/All Rights Reserved)

Un dibujo es una pintura con menos elementos, eso dijo Matisse y yo, como estuve y estoy muy de acuerdo con ese gran maestro, decidí hacer muchos, por eso dedique casi cuatro años de mi carrera a dibujar y el resultado lo titulé JaZzArT.

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Matisse, that great master of the XXth Century said that a drawing is a painting with less elements, and since I have always agreed, I spent four years of my career drawing and developing what turned out to be JaZzArT.

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Poetry: «THAT»

(photo by Francisco Bravo Cabrera, C.2021, All Rights Reserved)

THAT

That feeling that now lingers and embraces
the place where shadows dance and silence roars,
has reached its highest point, its lonely climax,
has opened wide some long forgotten door…

That fragrance that now rises from your pale skin
that seems to know the way towards my desire,
has reached its highest point, has reached its climax,
and closed the wooden windows, lit the fire…

That deep, full smile,
that well placed love,
that gesture proud and bold…

That light that formed your careful form now conjures
long forgotten lines we traced on wrinkled papers,
later thrown, forgotten, sent to fly on pink-blue winds
its highest point its lonely climax reached…

Your voice…
Perhaps I’m wrong, but it seemed to me,
your voice untangled frightful dreams,
and scary nights and those tight knots that bind us to forever…

That’s why I can forget you never…

C.2021, 25 DEC 2021, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, Valencia, España

CHEERS

La pintura y la poesía…

(C.2021, Derechos Reservados/All Rights Reserved)

La pintura la defines de la manera que te de la gana… La pintura…bueno, el arte dirían algunos, es cosa que definen los artistas, que nos meten por los ojos y nos dicen que la tenemos que admirar, consumir, agradecer… Quizá seamos todos artesanos, una noble vocación, una profesión útil también y además se asemeja mucho a lo que hacemos, pues no somos originales… Despues de considerarlo todo me pregunto ¿Que hay de original bajo el sol? Pues yo diría que nada… A mi no se me ocurre decir que soy un artista, porque se supone que el artista es un creador y aquí en la tierra, donde peregrinamos, no hay creadores, habremos solo repetidores… El arte entonces es poesía… Pero ¿Como v ser posible? La poesía es el uso de la palabra para crear algo bello, con ritmo y con mucho garbo… Y, ¿La pintura que es?¿Acaso un garabato? Quizá amor mío, Quizá…

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Art can be defined any way you want to… Painting, well, some would say art, is something that «experts» define, and force upon our eyes and tell us we must admire, consume, appreciate it… Maybe us «artists» are all artisans, a noble vocation, a useful profession as well, and it closely resembles what we do, since we are not original… After considering it all, I wonder, what is original under the sun? I would say nothing… I cannot bring myself to say I am an artist, because it is supposed that an artist is a creator and here on earth, where we pilgrimage, there are no creators, only repeaters… Art then is poetry… But how can that be possible? Poetry is the use of words to create something beautiful, with rhythm and great elegance… And, what is painting? Is it just a doodle? Maybe, my love, maybe…

(C.2021, Derechos Reservados/All Rights Reserved)

GRACIAS – CHEERS

#poem, «Círculo eterno»

(Francisco Bravo Cabrera/representado por un actor/Atenas, 2025/D.R.)

“Círculo eterno”

Hambrienta,
la serpiente busca su cola,
¿Piensas que la muerde?
Te equivocas,
pretende…

De las migas del pan infinito
nacen las estrellas,
de las cenizas
las llamas,
y plegado el universo a Dios
su salvación implora,
rezando canciones y versos

La Luna,
su espejo,
en ella se refleja,
y en ella igual el mar,
y se van disolviendo las arrugas del tiempo.

Suspirando entre los latidos
del corazón del tiempo,
los nombres de los héroes se vuelven humo,
efímero espiral que siempre sube,
y que sin buscar encuentra,
su imagen y su reflejo.

Si úroboro te susurra:
“No hay muerte, solo regreso,”
no le creas pues las estrellas,
lirios en el firmamento,
adornando están las tumbas
de las almas que en silencio
murieron,
pero a su tiempo,
irán venciendo
a la muerte
y ganando amor eterno

(Segunda parte: “Amantes del Infinito”)

¿Qué somos tú y yo?
¿Dos barrancos frente a frente?
¿Pretendemos perseguir
hasta el borde de lo insano,
dos versos en una mente?

La serpiente, dorada y gris,
forma un anillo
pero acuérdate,
no se muerde la cola,
pretende…

Tu caricia arrastra la luz de un meteoro,
y la coloca en mi frente,
olvido dónde termino,
no veo donde tú comienzas,
pues somos llama que se atreve,
a purificar lo vil,
y a convertir esta noche
en la melodía de un canto,
que al ritmo de una guaracha,
nos enseña tanto,
tanto…

El amor nunca termina,
no habrá final ni comienzos,
el volver es continuar
sin miedo, sin contratiempos,
y el existir es ahora,
este segundo en el tiempo,
tiempo que tampoco acaba
se mide solo en silencio.

“El amor, eterno círculo que lo encierra todo en el universo, no olvida de donde viene, aun cuando las estrellas lo hayan olvidado.”


Francisco Bravo Cabrera – 10-13 de noviembre de 2025 – Valencia, España

Good Morning! Bon dia!

(Photo: FBC/OCS Valencia/All Rights Reserved/Derechos Reservados)

“God has created all creatures in their perfect, precise form. You can say He is an artist without a style, and the supreme one over all.” (Francisco Bravo Cabrera)

“Dios creo y le dio forma precisa y perfecta a todas las criaturas, así que podremos decir que es un artista sin un estilo único, pero el que esta sobre todos los demás.” (Francisco Bravo Cabrera)

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