WEAVING WORDS
eyes brighten the face of beauty in the world. The heart
eye can see and hold another hidden beauty: the elusive
fire that animates matter, the light behind the eyes, the sun in the night, the invisible frame
of existence, the forge of mankind.
evoke the Word who created us recreated.
Look: What secret awaits after the threshold of your being? Ask the child
in the elderly, the old woman with no time on the girl, the poor
wealth, poverty of the rich.
The House of Silence, which today we forge together, do not hide things or be
across borders.
The home we live in is a fabric, not a fenced area:
do and say together well, bless.
The key is the match: Who am I? Only you know. What's
? Neither this nor that: the new heaven and new earth intertwined.
Who lives? One thousand names and faces: our common unity. What
encourages inside? A well of mystery, a source of love, the unfathomable array
we learn, always first to know
as we are known before the time of the world without
tenderness
Who measures this river of voices, this murmur silent? There can be only
yours, can not be only mine. To no one and belongs to everyone, not
it is woven, not be bought or sold, it's nothing you own, is a no-nothing
alive. What sea
sustains its current? Rock On what rests? Look in the mirror
and after it, sees the other's face: verb
infinite love, God's chrysalis.
(Fernando Beltran)
Pictured
Gloria de Frutos who coordinated the show and Sara Juarez who gave voice to the poetic prose of Fernando. Photographer
Ramón Sanz Frax
Thank you all.
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