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VALERY OISTEANU Dali's Synchronicity of ChanceA hundred years since Dali was born And almost the same since Malatesta died Ten days after the Madrid bombing I am literally landing on the shattered glass˛ Where a hundred and ninety victims of Islam Were killed by a terrorist-bomb on a train in Spain The ghost of Dali shouts the horrors of war Through a megaphone that looks like a skull Ra-da-da Dali 'Art lies to reveal the Truth' My verse is falling like the red dust Of the rugs shaken from the balconies While a red rain covers the Atocha station Terrorists eclipsed the Year of Dali Roberto Llimos paints a giant canvas Falling bodies, swirls of poison gas, Extended hands, eyes full of unspoken fear It is Dali˛s Ghost who screams at us From every light post, from every window His ghost is climbing the towers of Gaudi His Catalonian scream breaks windows Dali & Bunuel,Dali & Franco Mal-a-noce! Coincidence? Unlikely Goya saturnal, become Dali satirical The winds of Cadaques drive everybody mad Business is bad in bed When the wind and not the money Raises the skirts of women Dališs tongue in somebody else chic! The last Baroque-romantic artist Paints the lips of the anal kiss Soft red rose petals Fall between her legs and land In Dališs last cup of wine
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