Cuando tuve uno de mis Expo en Nueva York…
For me there is always something magical, mystical, special, enchanting et cetera et cetera about a body of water, especially a large one, even though it is a river. Such a body of water is the East River in New York City.
Running alongside of it is Franklin Delano Roosevelt East River Drive that will take you up to Harlem, passing in front of such places as the United Nations…
From Manhattan to Brooklyn, you can cross this river through the Brooklyn Bridge, an historic icon and a beautiful structure. The Brooklyn Bridge was built in 1883…
The Manhattan Bridge and the Williamsburg Bridge will also get you to Brooklyn or from Brooklyn to Manhattan…
There are also tunnels…
From Manhattan to Queens, you can cross via the 59th Street Bridge, and the Robert F. Kennedy Triborough Bridge as well as tunnels such as the Queens Midtown Tunnel…
There is also a beautiful river walk that starts at the 59th Street Bridge and takes you all the way uptown to Harlem…
I loved my morning walks uptown from Mid-Town Manhattan…you get a feeling of strong energy and peace, it’s like a moving relaxed-concentration state and it is all due to the power of that river…
New York is one of the most wonderful places I have ever lived in…I love the energy, the spirit the excitement of the city. And it is beautiful! It is kept as a jewel. New York reflects the true spirit of America. It is a melting pot where you find people from all parts of the world working together, developing their business, their life, their art and their hope for the future. They are all different in many ways but all agree on one thing, their undying love for New York. If you have ever lived in New York you will always be a New Yorker and if you’ve ever visited you will never forget it!
C.2019, Francisco Bravo Cabrera, Valencia, Spain, 29 NOV 19, All Rights Reserved.
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Where I live there are no ice cream parlours,
no snack bars on the beach,
no fast food on the harbours.
Where I live the food is nasty, hard to eat,
the water tastes like piss,
the fruits smell like sewer rats
that before you bear their teeth.
Where I sleep the air is not conditioned cool,
or warmer during frozen days.
My mattress is a cardboard box,
I'm up as soon as I feel the first of that yellow ball's rays.
My breakfast, in the dumpster on Eighth Avenue and Fifty Seventh Street,
If I can find anything after all my neighbours eat,
'cause they're bigger and they're meaner and they never let me pass,
I guess when I turn ten or twelve I'll get something at last.
Yes, I'm from right here, Manhattan, Midtown,
but I was born in the Bronx,
and when I was just a baby my mother crossed the river
and New York's been my home.
Lying in an alley, just west of Ninth and Forty Second Street.
She's been there for a whole day,
can't rouse her from that sleep.
But I don't care, I never knew her well,
she brought me to this island city
where the devil seems to dwell.
I was remembering a song by the Beatles, that Paul wrote and sang that started like this: “Ah, look at all the lonely people, where do they all come from? Where do they all belong?” The song, “Eleanor Rigby”, was released as a double A-side single with “Yellow Submarine,” in August of 1966. Both are from the album Revolver.
The song is about two lonely people, Eleanor, an old woman who exists in a world of her own, population one. Her main purpose in life is nothingness. She “picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been.” The other is the priest, Father McKenzie, who preaches in an empty church and whose sermons “no one will hear.” Eleanor dies and he buries the old woman. To her funeral, nobody came, just him, seemingly caring little for the lonely people, “he walks from the grave.”
“No one was saved, all the lonely people, where do they all come from, all the lonely people, where do they all belong.” The cycle of life and death among the “lonely people” simply begins again…
What do you think? As an artist, I encourage all others engaged in the creative arts, or not, to get involved. This is our world, this is our problem. I have been focusing on two very serious conditions found in the world today, mainly poverty and the plight of immigrants. I think that if we all do our part, we can begin to change things, even if we have to do it helping only one person at a time. That is one less. It’s worth the effort.
If you agree, please share, comment and hit that like button. Let’s discuss these topics. Whoever said that topics such as politics and religion…or others also considered polemic…should not be discussed was lying. Such topics should be the source of discussions and conversations perpetually on everyone’s agenda. Of course, only through civilised discussions, no fights, no argumentum ad hominem, let us argue only the facts.
You can see my artwork…like the one above…drawings and paintings, on my Instagram, @Francisco_Bravo_Cabrera and my online galleries, featuring my 2019 collection, “JaZzArt en Valencia” at http://www.ArtPal.com/rfbravo1155 (you can browse, you need not purchase anything)