I longlingly watch the painting, the living sky
And I feel as if the clouds resemble
Morphing faces
banished by the fury of the wind,
thundering and lightning, delineating continents,
Storm unleashed in the city of Toledo!
I am troubled by the movement of the chaotic beings,
uninterested in order,
ready to fight until auto destruction .
I imagine for a moment
the givers of benevolent energy:
white, lit by the sun, sparkling
soft and warm
like the round breasts of a woman,
and the dericks of the earth
desiring their proximity:
Love between the earth and the sky!
The eternity of moments flows..
The clouds of El Greco remain unmoved,
Threatening, dominating,
Above the city of Toledo,
Humiliating the earth,
Foreshadowing storm, chaos.