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“Yesterday you were born, and tomorrow you shall die. For so brief a being, who granted you life? To shine so little while, are you so bright? And, to be nothing at all, are you so fair?” — Góngora
Warm greetings to Hivers and readers of the FreeWriters Community! 🌹
It is a pleasure to be taking part for the very first time in this initiative: #FreeWriters #Pic1000
The image on this occasion for A Picture Worth a Thousand Words: a rose standing tall in winter, dressed in the coldness of snow, firm and sharp against the whiteness of its surroundings. A rose that reminds us of beauty and resilience, of strength and perseverance; that authenticity must prevail despite difficulties, that resistance can give birth to what is good and, therefore, to what is exquisite.
The rose stands exposed, enduring the falling flakes, the ice that gathers, serving as essential shelter for both the image and the photographer. The flower—living essence of spring—now abandoned to the harshness of winter, reaffirms for us that what is precious is trivial and fleeting, that it will pass through time with its burden of innocence or meaning, of emotion or of pride, inevitably, like life itself, until it declines and ceases to exist.
Even under these circumstances, art seeks to dignify itself within the scene. It carries, in the harshness of the landscape, the counterpart that represents the regression of life’s very effervescence—the force that will bring the rose to bend, perhaps even to perish. And yet, the strong red, symbol of love—the noblest of human feelings—revives and forges itself in nature. Love and the rose, the delicate essence that propels us and sets us aflame, that darkens us or, at times, even destroys us. A powerful image of symbolism, of the passions of history.
I feel, within these contrasts, that firmness is the purity of the rose; that its dry thorns render it imperfect, like lovers, but that within its delicate hiding places, beneath the small shadows of its petals, virtues may live and rejoice.
✧･ﾟ: ✧ PoetaFranko ✧:･ﾟ✧
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“Ayer naciste, y morirás mañana. Para tan breve ser, ¿quién te dio vida? ¿Para vivir tan poco estás lucida? Y, ¿para no ser nada estás lozana? ” — Góngora
** Cordial saludo Hivers y lectores de la Comunidad FreeWriters!**
