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Art by Lucas Garcete, Ode to freedom

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Art by Lucas Garcete, Contemporary love

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Art by Lucas Garcete, Love the ashes

Only you and I know the truth of this world that day by day we steal from death, that we erect from nothingness only with words of smoke. Love the ashes of my forgotten kiss on your forehead.

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Art by Lucas Garcete, The plague knight

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© Lucas Garcete, Yarasa

Me enfrento a este implacable sol de los días; yo, acostumbrado a las cuevas, a la honda llamada de las estrellas. Estos edificios no sostienen el peso del mundo como las raíces, pero el ocaso los viste de sombras que los embellecen. Cuando la noche se cierne, la sangre vertiginosa de mis alas interroga a las venas de la luna. La luna, exhausta en la noche donde crece mi sed y soy libre.

I face this relentless sun of the days; I, accustomed to caves, to the deep call of the stars. These buildings do not support the weight of the world like the roots, but the sunset dresses them with shadows that embellish them. When the night hovers, the giddy blood of my wings interrogates the veins of the moon. The moon, exhausted in the night where my thirst grows and I am free.

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© Lucas Garcete, El polen estrellado (Star pollen)

Escucha la respiración de las flores al rozar la guadaña del otoño; escucha la plegaria de sus estigmas, sin desgarrar la memoria del polen.

Listen to the breath of the flowers as they brush against the scythe of autumn; listen to the prayer of their stigmas, without tearing the memory of the pollen.

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© Lucas Garcete, Death in the Retiro of Madrid

Dragged by a great gale of stars the boat was returning that night under the full moon and it seemed as if the silence, the expanse of the waters, sealed our lips, made us strangers and present to each other.