Picasso and Praxis

Picasso and Praxis

Notes
When the tunes were half alive and half dead
and the searching eyes looked beyond the circles,
The lines of the artist showed different meanings
my nervous rhapsody and mental calibrations
were still unheard between the senses as they tossed
and turned like broken chasms. In torn canvasses
I have seen how Picasso danced between my fingers
But you felt they were simply the notes of stringed silence.
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Nodes
You’ve caught those nodes where dreams lie, where you began
and I ended. Reality kept hidden as unspoken words
is more real than what it seems. You are more than just
a recurrent thought, so let the dreams excavate
the darkness and the light, let the lines of love
touch truth and untruth until the borders break into unknowns.
Dawn and dusk have shown the colors of the sky only in different shades
we look at each other until the world is a stranger once again.
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