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
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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.

Raw Emotion is not Art

(“Botitas” acrylic on canvas, 70x80cm Private Collection United States, foto property of FBC, Omnia Caelum Studios, All Rights Reserved)

In the theatre, or in films or in anything where an actor performs, there is a transmission of ideas, emotions and dynamics. The dynamics are the ups and downs and the inevitable way they lead…or they should…to the climax. It’s what we see, feel and identify as energy. But the emotions, the feelings, the exchanges of dialogue, whether it is spoken or non-verbal, are all contrived.

In other words, the emotions are an artistic recreation that the actor, through his training, talent and ability, transmits. The great Theatre Director Konstantin Stanislavski, Director of the Moscow Art Theatre and writer of several books on one of the most popular acting forms, the Method, said, and I paraphrase, that raw emotion is not art.

Therefore it may be wise to apply this very important lesson, this idea, this profound statement, to all forms of art, because all art must be a means of expression and the expression is in the form of emotions.

I realised that when I was a Theatre student in university. I thought about that phrase for a very long time until it sank deep into my brain and I was able to make it a motto for myself and my work in art, in every form of art that I’ve been involved in, namely music, painting and poetry. Funny thing is that I did theatre work, writing, directing and producing but never acting…well, only once…as I never aspired to be an actor, instead I wanted to be a playwright.

In any event, I ended up painting and trying to express emotions with acrylics, oils, watercolours, pencils and pens, on paper, on canvas or on wood…

In conclusion I just wanted to state that all art is contrived and serves an artistic purpose, which is either to express an idea, a thought or an emotion but keeping in mind that it must also entertain…

(Francisco, by FBC, Omnia Caelum Studios)

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DIS OR D ER…The "Toxicity" of our Social Order…

(Polluted Biscayne Bay in Miami, Florida, foto property of FBC, All Rights Reserved)

SHOUT THIS:

“You, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder, disorder…”

These are lyrics from the song “Toxicity” from the album Toxicity by System of a Down, released in 2001. I will leave the link to the video clip of the song. It was written by Serj Tankian, (lyrics), and the music by Daron Malakian and Shavo Odadjian. The song reached number 14 in VH1’s top 40.

Malakian said the song dealt with ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder), however…

I think, after hearing it again after all these years…and believe me, I always loved this song and had the CD Toxicity when in came out…that the song deals with much more than that.

“You, what do you own the world?”

Can that line be a question? I hear it as an affirmation, an accusation perhaps, filled with anger, ire, desperation. Isn’t it fitting that we ask that to some of our present world leaders?

Some of these leaders really are fascinated by their own personalities, or by their own perceived wisdom…

Some really think they can change the course of history…

One thinks he owns the world…

“How do you own disorder, disorder…”

But the world is not the property of a politician, of a dictator or of a supposed elected president. The country he or she represents is unimportant because in the great scheme of things countries are not important. The world does not belong to the leader of a nation no matter how strong (militarily) or powerful (economically) or ancient (cultured and wise) that nation or group of nations or states may be.

But the world is in a state of disorder…

No! They’ve created disorder! Order from chaos…but first create chaos…and we shall rule! This is the theology of those who think they are above all else and want to own the world, rule the world, and they’re only creating disorder!

Here is what the world looks like in the dawn of 2020:

Refugees are walking thousands of kilometres to get to safety and peace…fanatics are killing people that disagree with their strange ideologies or contrived religions…other refugees…they’re just people…are risking their lives crossing the Mediterranean looking for a better life in Europe, and Europe’s “leaders” don’t want them. What! They own the world?

In the industrialised countries of the West, there is a growing number of people without homes, without means, without food…In countries in America there are people suffering insurgencies and guerrilla wars because their governments are corrupt and have not the moral high ground to stand firm against the armies of liberation fighting in their hills, mountains and jungles. Violence rules, from drug cartels, from gangs, from dissatisfied lunatics running rampant in the streets.

There is unchecked political persecution, dictatorships stealing the life blood of the people, depriving entire nations the items they need for daily life, mainly their daily bread.

Throughout the world, industrilised, Third World, whatever, children are being exploited, stolen, sold, prostituted. Young women are kidnapped and trafficked and turned into addicts and used as sex slaves. Everywhere people are getting poorer, the middle class is quickly vanishing…

There is a growing gap, a chasm, between the rich, the very very rich, and the poor who are now the ultra poor…the unequal and unfair distribution of richness is destroying the fabrics of Western society and changing the values of the people…and the Western World continues to rape the so-called Third World, while those poorer nations, in their lack of abilities, are polluting the oceans, the air and the green lands…

People are struggling to be heard, to be recognised and respected, yet there is much anger and hatred towards those who are perceived as being different from the norm. What is the norm?

Women are still being abused, harassed and treated as inferior…hatred and violence against the female gender is at an all time high and yet there are those from some political parties that do not want children to be sensitised to gender violence and be taught about diversity, and be taught that we are all equal and that women are to be respected and not used…

There is a growing right wing, ultra-right wing, whose sentiment is being fueled by those who hate and destroy and who want to rule the world, rule disorder…

And even if those who insist on continuing to use fossil fuels, who resist the proliferation of electric cars, reusable energy and a simpler life that leaves behind a much smaller carbon footprint, do not want to acknowledge it, the Earth is a living organism and it is rebelling against their atrocities.

This last decade has been the hottest on record and every decade since the beginning of record keeping has been hotter than the one before. There are enormous hurricanes, record breaking tornadoes, earthquakes, volcanic explosions, enormous, almost unstoppable forest fires. What more proof do we need that those that are in positions of authority are destroying the world?

I know the song “Toxicity” does not talk about most of the things I’ve ranted and raved about but I hope you find something relevant or akin to today’s reality, either here in Europe or in America or in the East, or in Africa or Australia.

One thing that is true is that the name “Toxicity” does describe the world today…

If you liked what you read, please hit that like button, share and comment. I would really like to know what you think, especially if you have more examples or if you disagree, as long as we all remain civilised…

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