Las Noches Azules del Alma
I was meaning to translate some poetry. I was meaning to...
then the title caught me afresh...
blue nights of the soul.
How could I go on? Colors invaded, urgency overtook. Translation will wait. Set it aside. Capture this feeling...the blue nights of the soul.
'Blue Nights of the Soul', in soft pastels, by L.L. Barkat.
Labels: art pilgrimage, art process, soul
posted by L.L. Barkat at
11:27 AM
7 Comments:
L.L.... this is beautiful. as always. You have a beautiful mind that I admire.
Hermoso.
L.L. ... I really enjoyed soaking in the moment. Thank you for sharing your love for beauty and the inherent joy beauty brings. murphy toerner
wow - this speaks eternity... beautiful.
Does remind me that God is there and with God beauty, even in the darkest night of the soul.
That patch of light gives such hope. I think I'm there now. It was a dark night. Then a blue night. Now morning, daybreak, sunrise the colors of the sweet cherry tomatoes I picked at sunset yesterday. Your swirls remind me of the peacocks that roam here and yak all night long, in the star-strewn New Mexico nights, sounding like cats in pain. Peacock blue nights of the soul give way to morning....
Very cool! Sounds like a cool poem.
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