You’re the Smile that Peels Back Space

(“Mujer de Fierro” acrylics on canvas, 100×110 cm Omnia Caelum Studios Valencia, art of FBC)

I dreamed I saw a flower
that was left between the yellowed,
musty pages of a book ancient and faded,
but it wasn’t you…
Because in many dreams I’ve seen you,
you’re the fragrance,
not the petals left asleep, withered by time.
No! You’re the eyes that will seduce me,
you’re the smile that peels back space,
and your body, which will stretch across the oceans,
becomes part of loving things I can’t replace.
In a house that’s made of plasticine and heartbeats,
on a bed of chamomile and Freixenet,
in a kiss that rips away my lips like lightning,
I have dreamed you flew to me from far away.
So I know you’re not that lonely faded flower,
that was left behind forever to remain,
but a symbol of someone’s romance, not ours,
or of the suffering that comes when lovers stray.
You can never be a symbol, you’re too vibrant,
you’re the quintessential love that rips my flesh,
that in ecstasy consumes eternal hours,
that in dreams I feel a thousand hours awake.

C.2020, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 18 FEB 2020, Valencia, Spain

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Your Face I Drew Beneath the Blue-Green Ocean…

(Photo by FBC, Omnia Caelum Studios, All Rights Reserved)

I was a drop of water in the ocean
which took me to the shore
And left me stranded,
A grain of sand it was that I became,
A million others like me
All the same…
I carefully observed the things around me,
I floated with the winds
So far from my seas,
I learned the ways of things that floated by,
Until the day arrived that I could fly…
Your face I drew beneath the blue green ocean,
Your body with the movement of the waves,
And when I touched the softness of your skin,
I turned back to the water I had been…
But now I wasn’t just a drop of ocean
I was the mighty current that flows through it,
And with the love that quietly remains,
I turned back to that grain of sand again…
So oceans once again could kiss my shoreline,
So I could kiss you softly while the breeze flows,
And takes you where the beach and oceans meet…
I was a drop of water in the ocean,
But I know you and me can reach the sea…

C.2020, 17 FEB 2020, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, Valencia, Spain

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De Cerca y al Tocar Su Piel

(“De Oro Es” de FBC, foto de FBC, Derechos Resevados)

La prefiero ver de lejos

Aunque sé,

Que de cerca,

y al tocar su piel

seré,

como un verbo entre los astros,

que al pasar no deja rastros,

destruyendo las barreras

que me impiden proceder.

No se cual es su color,

pero se que en el calor

de entre sus brazos,

lo he de encontrar.

Y la dibujaré en un petalo que va,

flotando sobre los vientos

y sera,

un beso de primavera,

que me arranca como fiera,

la malicia con caricias

que sabe dar

La prefiero en un suspiro

que en el mar,

Y en el aire que respiro,

debe estar.

Se trasluce en el espacio,

Y al amor lo hará despacio,

Y en un atomo me enseña

que hay mil mundos por andar.

Y su olor y su humedad

Que en mi cuerpo dejará quizá mañana

Azul sera,

como la eternidad.

C.2020, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 12 de febrero de 2020, Valencia

(Cuadro “De Oro Es”, obra de Francisco Bravo Cabrera, Omnia Caelum Studios Valencia)

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Un Manchego en la Luna

Obra de FBC, Omnia Caelum Studios Valencia
Derechos Reservados

Dicen que una sombra vieron y no sabían de quien era…

Hay un manchego en la luna,

que es hincha del Osasuna,

medio entretenido, medio loco y quizá tonto.

Anda siempre con bastón de caminar y con su boina,

Y no pienses que lo que te cuento es coña,

bebe whiskey en los bares y en terrazas frente al mar,

y en Sevilla anda buscando a quien amar…

Hay un hombre que le dice al conductor del autobús,

“Tomame por las narices que yo soy de otro planeta y me muero

por volver, y no lo se hacer.”

Y lo mira el conductor y lo complace

Y le agarra la nariz, lo satisface,

Cuando nota que una nube verde, roja, gris y azul

Llena el omnibús y cuando habría pasado,

Ve que el hombre ya no estaba allí a su lado…

Una chica sale a prisas de su casa,

y atraviesa por los campos, las arenas,

suena con aquel chaval de las castañas,

de las rías, de las montañas gallegas.

Pero un sueño no es lo mísmo que un abrazo,

y en Doñana ella recuerda el castañazo,

de las noches andaluzas acostada bajo el sol,

y esas cosas también eran solo sueños,

su imaginación tejiendo así su empeño,

y el gallego ni se acuerda de esa gitana de luz

ni del sol de aquel verano andaluz…

Dicen que una sombra vieron

Dicen que miraron bien,

Pero no supieron identificarla,

Pues hay cosas que sí existen,

Aunque las quieran negar,

Y a veces si nos dejan sin palabras.

Un manchego de Osasuna y un marciano en autobús,

Y una chica que soñaba con su gran principe azul,

Y  habrán muchos otros casos, no lo vayas a dudar,

Nuestra vida es como un cuento de misterio,

Y quizá  encuentres duendes, ángeles o algunos más,

Antes que te lleven tiezo al cementerio.

Dreaming of a Smile

(Photo by FBC, All Rights Reserved, Omnia Caelum Studios Valencia)


Old, and barely able,
he walks out to the busy corner,
where he buys his daily bread,
wondering where the hell these thoughts
come from that are dancing in his head.
He looks around and doesn’t see
the lady with the mandolin,
that plays the songs he likes to sing,
which she brought from a place he’s never seen.
And though the morning sun has filled
the day with light and warmth,
he’s cold and suffers ‘cause he can’t explain
the lonely feelings that he cannot seem to shake.
Loneliness is not a symptom,
it’s a curse that’s so hard to explain,
for no one really seems to know,
and few can understand the pain.
Everybody’s lonely mornings
are as different as are flakes of snow,
Singular and so precise,
and will never let you go.
And he knows that the future threatens
to be not so very far away,
He still forces his voice to comply,
And tells his children he’s okay:

“I’m only dreaming of a smile,
Yes, for one of those, I’d walk a million miles,
But they’re very hard to find,
And I just haven’t the time…”

He takes his loaf of bread and
walks across the park towards home,
where he sees a group of children playing in the sun.
They remind him of when he was young
and of the days when smiles were not a million miles away.
And for a second in his head he sees the images of long lost friends,
he sees himself in happy times, his true love by his side,
and holding hands they’d listen to their children sing their songs
and he could proudly say…

“I am the happiest of men,
I find golden rays of light,
even in the pouring rain.
With you I will always stay,
and you will never lose your way,
for I will always be your compass,
till we reach the end of days…”

Alone he finds his way back home
to a dark and dusty room
where ghosts do roam.
And the thoughts inside his head are shouting, reminding him,
repeating loudly:

“You’re useless now and soon you will be dead.
The life that you remember is just pictures in your head.
And everyone that you have loved
has left this Earth, they’re far above,
while in the meantime you’re still down here and still struggling
with this meaningless existence so mundane.
Can you name someone that really cares?
No! You’ve no one anywhere! Though it’s a shame.”

And he sits down on the tattered couch,
His index finger to his mouth,
He silences the voices and replies:

“I know the children rarely call,
And I’ve gotten very old,
And I no longer have a loving hand to comfort
or to hold,
and I can’t find a refuge from the cold,
my God, how can I live another day”.

C.2020, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 07 FEB 2020, Valencia, Spain

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Ojalá que Pase…

Resultado de imagen de letra de ojala pase
(imagen de “Ojalá Pase” de Orishas)

Biatrís Luengo le pone el estribillo de la canción “Ojalá” a la canción “Ojalá Pase” del grupo Orishas y Silvio Rodríguez, autor de “Ojalá”, la acusa de plagio y de robarse la obra de sus manos. Venga tío, que tú, sirves un régimen comunísta que se lo ha robado todo, ¿con qué, moral puedes acusar a nadie?

Orishas es un grupo musical formado, en 1999, en Paris y compuesto por cubanos que salieron de La Habana como parte de un intercambio escolar. Usualmente sus temas hablan de las injusticias y de la desigualdad social. Además son los mas populares exponentes del Hip-Hop cubano en el mundo.

Ahora con el tema “Ojalá Pase”, Orishas le responde a las mentiras de la dictadura cubana, recordándole al régimen que en Cuba “…somos humanos aunque no pensemos iguales.”

Creo que es importante esta canción por lo que dice y mas porque la han lanzado al mundo unos cubanos que quieren que vosotros sepais las verdades relacionadas con Cuba. Y yo quiero que todos lo conozcáis pues todo esfuerzo por decir las verdades que la dictadura de Cuba oculta, vale la pena y en España no sabemos la verdad. Todos tenemos que ganarnos el puesto en la historia

Aquí os dejo el vídeo clip de “Ojalá Pase” y la letra.

Eres tú mi canto de sirena
Porque con tu voz se van mis penas
Este sentimiento ya está añejo
Tú me dueles tanto aunque estés lejos

Hoy yo te invito a caminar por mis solares
Pa’ demostrarte de que sirven tus ideales
Somos humanos aunque no pensemos iguales
No nos tratemos ni dañemos como animales
Esta es mi forma de decírtelo
Llora mi pueblo y siento yo su voz
Tu 59 yo doble 2 (2020)
60 años trancado el dominó
Bombo y platillo a los 500 de la Habana
Mientras en casa en las cazuelas ya no tienen jama
Que celebramos si la gente anda deprisa
Cambiando al Che Guevara y a Martí por la divisa
Todo ha cambiado ya no es lo mismo
Entre tú y yo hay un abismo
Publicidad de un paraíso en Varadero
Mientras las madres lloran por sus hijos que se fueron

Ojalá que se acabe la mirada constante
La palabra precisa, la sonrisa perfecta
Ojalá pase algo que te borre de pronto
Una luz cegadora, un disparo de nieve
Ojalá por lo menos que me lleve la muerte
Para no verte tanto, para no verte siempre
En todos los segundos, en todas las visiones

Hoy yo te invito a que camines por mi campo
Sin luz, agua potable y en carretera de fango
Donde los niños sueñan con un Superman que vuela
Y que le ahorre las 6 horas de botella hasta la escuela
Esta es mi forma de decírtelo
Una vez más en forma de canción
Por un mañana tal vez mejor
Vuelva mi isla bella la de tabaco y ron
Flores y ofrendas a médicos en hospitales
Para que te libren y te curen de todos los males
Publicidad de sanidad gratuita
Si no le llevas algo el dolor no se te quita
Prendo una vela pa’ todos mis santos
Pa’ que nos ayuden a levantarnos
Por qué no somos justos y no nos engañamos
Los santos no resuelven el deber de los humanos

Ojalá se te acabe la mirada constante
La palabra precisa, la sonrisa perfecta
Ojalá pase algo que te borre de pronto
Una luz cegadora, un disparo de nieve
Ojalá por lo menos que me lleve la muerte
Para no verte tanto, para no verte siempre
En todos los segundos, en todas las visiones

(Escrita por Biatrís Luengo y Orishas y el coro de Silvio Rodríguez)

Os pido vuestra opinión…y si os ha gustado, favor de darle al me gusta y que lo compartáis para que se extiendan, de esta manera, las verdades.

Gracias…

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May Your Bar Never Close

(photo by FBC)

MAY YOUR BAR NEVER CLOSE

When I think of you…

I hope that your lipstick doesn’t ruin your smile.

I hope that your days will find sunshine,

That the calendar, which you consult all the time,

doesn’t speed up your years,

And that your eyes stay as far from a tear

As they can…

I hope that your curtains gives you plenty of light

For I know the sun knocks on your window.

That you don’t have to count minutes or hours on end

While you wait for a mystical symbol.

And that a feather, bright blue, dripping with dew

Has replaced the cold iron of your pistol.

I hope that the end of the world finds you dancing

With joy,

Under raindrops of April’s own showers,

And that the lights of the stage always darken your greys

And may all of your lemons be sour.

May all of your moons be of honey,

May the bar where you drink never close,

May red roses replace all the money on Earth

And may all of your nights be my song.

I hope when you look in the mirror,

May you not find a face that confirms

what you dreamed of and thought of as fear,

And may you always a true friend remain.

C.2020, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 05 FEB 2020, Valencia, Spain

Praying for the Afternoon

Carrying her thoughts inside that special place,

where she hides her heart from foes,

from fears, from friends,

she sets out on a stormy Saturday,

praying for the afternoon,

as morning has brought nothing more than gloom.

Someone has broken through her chains,

and stolen what she names her April charms,

and a thousand thorns he left behind to harm her

and she wonders how to face the day again

as she looks in from the rain.

Inside a magic rainbow offers light and love and

all the echoes are of laughter, all the laughter laughs at her,

all the voices thunder loudly, and she wonders if its hell.

There’s no April, there’s no flowers,

her hearts rhythm marks the hours,

and she seeks but finds only the manikins he’s left behind.

And in the smoky distance she has noticed,

a quiet stranger humming softly,

at times singing and quietly sipping wine and eating chestnuts,

carefully, to not disturb,

for solitude is standing waiting for the train,

And in the drenching, freezing rain, she will remain.

C.2020, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 02 FEB 2020, Valencia, Spain

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Marble and Pain

In the distance I see the ghost

That rises from the filthy cracks

That populate the streets of your dreams.

She stares at me and wonders if I’m thinking of her,

And I smile, the futile half-life smile of Mona Lisa,

non-committal, insincere and false.

The comedy of our existence

is lacking taste and grace,

and in your face I see the questions

coming quickly,

seeking answers,

seeking something I can’t give you at the moment,

but that I would love to share,

and ghosts or not,

you cannot hide from your despair.

In daily conversations

we speak with frank and open words

and we lie with our eyes,

and we hide

within structures of marble and pain.

C.2020, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 02 FEB 2020, Valencia, Spain

(This is sort of flash poetry. It tries to tell the story of an instance in time. It tries to define what happens when someone looks at someone else and kind of smiles. It takes an instance in time but it is still communication)

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Theatre…

(Amphitheatre of Ephesus, photo by FBC)

I wanted to build you the greatest theatre of all,

where your voice would reach into everyone’s soul,

where your movements, so graceful,

and your talent,

would shine like the sun in the east.

I am the motivation,

you are the reason.

I paved the road walked.

You own the feathers that provide the lift

in the wings of lonely birds,

that fly without ever questioning where or why

things happen or things don’t.

And I’m the smoke that rises

from the cigarette that you discarded.

And the theatre that I had dreamed for you

I built for someone else.

And up there in the highest cloud,

in the most glorious place that I could find

above the sea, up in the sky,

is where I’ll leave you to decide your future.

In the stage that I created,

a new voice has now stated

that in the clouds she’s heard

from you,

no sound…

C.2020, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, 29 JUN 2020, Valencia, Spain

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