JaZzArt en València

You who come like lightning in the night skies…

You who are the symbol of “the” truth…

You who light the way when evening’s sun dies…

You who guided my first thoughts from youth…

You who claim the high ground of morality…

You who are the champion right or wrong…

You that strokes our egos and our vanities…

Tell me when to sing a brand new song…

You that tells me what to think and smiling,

pat my shoulder, wink at me and nod,

what would you say if I told you quite frankly,

I don’t believe a single word you spoke…

C.2021, Francis Bravo Cabrera, 30 DEC 2021, València, España 🇪🇸

Si pudiera un día volar,

saldría volando sonriente,

complacido,

reluciente.

Alucinados, dementes,

por la ventana la gente saldría volando también,

y en los vientos saludarnos,

en los aires encontrarnos,

volando libre con fe.

C.2021, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 30 de diciembre 2021, València, España 🇪🇸

If I were to believe these facts that float heavily by me,

I would then think that in the past my ancestors were primates.

But I don’t believe a single word they stutter from their science,

cause I believe it’s all a trip, their truth is my defiance.

C.2021, 29 DEC 2021, València, España 🇪🇸

NB

Image is a digital reworking of the painting “Evolution” that I did in 2019.

Aquí algunas cuestiones para cuestionar…

Here are some questions to question…

¿Será bueno que los artistas se hagan pasar por filósofos?

¿Valdrá la pena componer unos versos o una breve explicación o definición del arte?

¿A quien le importa lo que piensa el artista? Si total, el artista os va a decir que lo que realmente importa es lo que veis sobre el lienzo o el papel.

Y si el mundo es un huevo, ¿de que ave será?

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Is it good that artists assume the role of philosophers?

Is it worth it to compose a few verses or a short narrative to explain what art is?

Who really cares what the artist thinks? After all the artist is only going to tell you that what is important is what is on the canvas or paper.

And if the world is an egg, what bird laid it?

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Obra en acrílico sobre tela ovalada de 35x45cm

Painted with acrylic on oval canvas, 35x45cm

(Propiedad de Francisco Bravo Cabrera, Omnia Caelum Studios València, Derechos Reservados/Property of Francisco Bravo Cabrera, Omnia Caelum Studios València, All Rights Reserved)

Gracias…

Cheers…

The music paves a path through my soul

and I move…

The Spirit leaves me joyful and strong,

and I move…

Water flows with me and by me,

and I move…

C.2021, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 28 DEC 2021, València, España 🇪🇸

Gracias…

Cheers…

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A ver si hacemos algo

Salto la verja verde del jardín de tus jazmines,

y me revuelco en sus pétalos sonoros,

sonoros porque cantan la saeta de la vida,

la vida que se arriesga a ser tu vida…

Elevo mis ojos pardos hacia el púrpura del cielo,

el cielo al amanecer que espanta mi desespero,

y le pido al camarero que me me ponga aquí otro orujo,

para saber si soy digno de ese lujo…

C.2021, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 26 de diciembre de 2021, València, España 🇪🇸

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Francisco Font

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, Spain