Paintings of Fernando Athos and Rafael Sandiego's poem You, the Scientists, Artists, you …

You, the Scientists, Artists, you are my space, but We have no

space, because when We were, We were nothing, without

mass, or movement,

without wavelength, without position in time or space

because You only percive, because You only Postulate

to the arts, of poetry, painting, sculpture, creating

life,thought for the sake of creatiion.

You Poets,always washing your suffering with words

those words of Queen Iberia,later learned

by King Tenoch,ruler of the the stars and suns

and the silver,the gold and the pyramids of stone.

You Painters, thinkers

that came from the Home Universe,

and then the magical, the cosmic, the current,

and those who study,and evaded black holes,

of the universe of mud, which have left

or those who have returned,or having left.

You sculptors, designers, know that

you are my dynamics of life

You are myself, my family, my friends, my humanity

my plants, my wondering spirits or serene souls,

the game creators of divine beauty.

You are my two, my one, my bodies and minds

are the echo of the eternal word,because

eternal was born and dies, and borns again

because eternal is, because eternal lives.

I'm not God but God,but from God I speak,

I live and I came...

Rafael Sandiego
(c) 2008
Colección Rafalerías

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