Hacia la luz

Hacia la luz / Fotografía: Gianni Fedele Mazza / Año: 1980 /

Observando desde la noche

Observó toda la creación

por el nicho estucado,

de una ventana del jardín,

Había sido invadido

por la sensación del no-tiempo

Las imágenes brillaban en sus ojos

respiraba el aroma exquisito

 degustaba el ron añejo.

dejando el roble entre la nariz

y el paladar.

Observaba un gato cazando

Se sintió pleno y placentero

A semejanza del hermoso animal.

Imaginó por momentos, que sentiría

aquel pintor de Macuto en su refugio

Éste se había entregado de lleno

A la creación pictórica más pura.

pequeño dios de su mundo particular

Porqué a mi, él se preguntaba;

le había sido otorgado éste don

con que fin, era él el pintor

O por el contrario un ente

by the feeling of no-time 

The images shone in his eyes

  breathed the exquisite aroma

 I tasted the old rum.

 leaving the oak 

between the nose and the palate.

 I watched a cat hunting 

 He felt full and pleasant 

Like the beautiful animal. 

 He imagined at times,

 that he would feel 

That painter from Macuto

 in his refuge 

 He had given himself completely 

To the purest pictorial creation. 

little god of his particular world 

 Why me, he wondered; 

 he had been given this gift 

With that end,

 he was the painter 

 Or on the contrary

 an entity immaterial 

He ruled his brush. 

He liked to think about

 being a clairvoyant 

the euphoria filled him with that 

 I was eighteen and I did not know

  what to do with this gift 

so that it was limited 

 to the trance of his visions: 

 Angels, demons, music, 

painting lying on the beach

 for whole days only 

feeling the sun and 

caressing the images  

behind his illuminated eye

 lids then he got up

 and walked slowly 

down the shore 

towards Chupaquire,Marbella,Costa del Sol; 

seeing the sea, the sand,

 the palm trees, 

picking zamuro seeds,

 peony seeds, 

 with which he made

 rudimentary mystic necklaces,

 to which he awarded 

magical powersas

 well as his long hair;

 in this way he perceived the inspiration,

 he was immersed fully,

 In a dream world, 

magical, 

where the reality and 

the dream got mixed up.

Gianni Fedele Mazza