Two-Tailed Swallowtail Butterfly — Grunge Art by kenne
Landscape Seen with the Nose
— Federico Garcia Lorca
“The Guitar” — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The Guitar
The weeping
of the guitar begins.
Wineglasses shatter
in the dead of night.
The weeping
of the guitar begins.
It’s useless
to hush it.
It’s impossible
to hush it.
It weeps on monotonously
the way water weeps,
the way wind weeps
over the snowdrifts.
It’s impossible
to hush it.
It weeps for things
far, far away.
For the sand of the hot South
that begs for white camellias.
Weeps for arrows without targets,
an afternoon without a morning,
and for the first dead bird
upon the branch.
Oh, guitar!
Heart gravely wounded
by five swords.
— Federico García Lorca
Deer By Water Photo-Artistry by kenne
The goblets of dawn are smashed. The weeping of the guitar begins. Useless to silence it. Impossible to silence it.
-- from The Guitar by Federico Garcia Lorca
Water Lily Blossom Photo-Artistry by kenne
And the song of water
is a thing eternal.
— from the poem “Morning” by Federico Garcia Lorca
“Age Has Character” — Images by kenne
Night of four moons
and a single tree
with a single shadow
and a single bird.
On my flesh, I seek the
imprint of your lips.
The jet of spray kisses the wind
without even touching it.
I bear the “No” you handed me
in the palm, if my hand
like a wax lemon
nearly white.
Night of four moons
and a single tree.
On the point of a needle
stands my love — whirling round!
— Federico Garcia Lorca
Sunset Over The Sea of Cortez (Puerto Peñasco, February 12, 2018) — Computer Art by kenne
Cloudy Sunset at Puerto Peñasco, Sonora, Mexico (February 13, 2018) — Panorama Image by kenne
peaceful waters of your mouth
under a forest of kisses
Aria (Las Vegas) — Image by kenne
And if blue is an illusion,
what will become of innocence?
What will become of the heart
if Love has no arrows?
— from Autumn Song (November 1918) by Federico Garcia Lorca
Dried Wildflower Collage — Image by kenne
And Then
The labyrinths
that time creates
vanish.
(Only the desert
remains.)
The heart,
fountain of desire,
vanishes.
(Only the desert
remains.)
The illusion of dawn
and kisses
vanish.
Only the desert
remains.
Undulating
desert.
— Federico Garcia Lorca
Texas Crescent Butterfly — Computer Art by kenne
Journey
I have seen the wind’s tails
the breeze’s buds.
I have seen the griffon bird
& Delgadina’s tower.
Where do you come from,
o where?
I have seen a blue road
& some girls
were singing the old ballad
of the olive tree in green.
Do you know where I come from,
my sweet girl?
Well . . . from your smile is where,
your last smile.
— Federico Garcia Lorca
Late Fall In Sabino Canyon Near Sabino Creek — Image by kenne
–Federico García Lorca
Chapel at Tlaquepaque in Sedona, Arizona (June 14, 2016) — Image by kenne
The Chapel at Tlaquepaque is located in the Tlaquepaque Arts and Crafts Village along the tree-lined Oak Creek. The chapel is designed after some Mexican haciendas that provided a private chapel for a visiting priests could offer mass and other services.
Five in the Afternoon
— Federico Garcia Lorca
“The Sea Smiles” — Computer Art by kenne
Seawater Ballard
— Federico García Lorca
Sunset Over the Sea of Cortez (January 28, 2016) — Image by kenne
— from “Ocean” by Federico Garcia Lorca
Sunset Before The Rain (January 31, 2016) — Image by kenne
— Federico Garcia Lorca
