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I came to your hometown team inserted in hallucinatory dreams   inspired sweaty with fused realms Is it real that you stole Mona Lisa? At the heart of Louvre in 1911 Is it true that you sneaked her? was it for a muse or a lover to use? She would have viewed you sideways then make love to you at the coffee table Her beauty enthralled yours in entirely blending on easel with pencil onto a canvas Her palate would have swooned your palette   Her very kiss would have paralyzed in ecstasy abducting your perpendicular in angular zones Then you framed it on Guillaume Appollinaire The poet play wright whom face you just forgot under the oath, in the sweet name of freeing art from the prisons of extortionate museums fixtures   the same exhibitions holding your name and fame charging fees for a walk around the rhythm of art a melody not each an every artist will be granted You made the goddesses and then reduced them to dust Fernanda soothed the childhood nightmares to lust Olga the ballerina whom you couldn't share the assets Marie-Therese the 17year old who hang herself to death Dora Maar who fought so hard to get your affection Francoise who left law school for your immortalisation Jacqueline your passion who you wooed with a dove
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Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 6:54 PM UTC
A Malaga of Picasso with a twist
I came to your hometown team inserted in hallucinatory dreams   inspired sweaty with fused realms Is it real that you stole Mona Lisa? At the heart of Louvre in 1911 Is it true that you sneaked her? was it for a muse or a lover to use? She would have viewed you sideways then make love to you at the coffee table Her beauty enthralled yours in entirely blending on easel with pencil onto a canvas Her palate would have swooned your palette   Her very kiss would have paralyzed in ecstasy abducting your perpendicular in angular zones Then you framed it on Guillaume Appollinaire The poet play wright whom face you just forgot under the oath, in the sweet name of freeing art from the prisons of extortionate museums fixtures   the same exhibitions holding your name and fame charging fees for a walk around the rhythm of art a melody not each an every artist will be granted You made the goddesses and then reduced them to dust Fernanda soothed the childhood nightmares to lust Olga the ballerina whom you couldn't share the assets Marie-Therese the 17year old who hang herself to death Dora Maar who fought so hard to get your affection Francoise who left law school for your immortalisation Jacqueline your passion who you wooed with a dove
Art is a lie that makes us realise the truth (Pablo Picasso) Reflections after a visit to Pablo Picasso Museum Malaga (38 collections). I wrote a more positive one  on the visit to the Pablo Picasso Museum in France now deleted but will repost....
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Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 6:54 PM UTC
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