I am the angel of reality,
seen for a moment standing in the door

wallace stevens *

time can  change people (at least me) so much
you could test it in my previous post, where I showed you several angels drawn in the years
my way of considering and processing what I see and live is different day by day, even if some references don’t lose their importance
one of my beloved poets and writers is rainer maria rilke and often go to repass his sublime verses
he wrote about angels and could make this archetypal figure match so intimately with incoming modernity of 1900
then, I still was very young, met the work of another great poet that wrote an entire book entitled to angels: rafael alberti, born in spain, spent some of his life in italia too, during francisco franco dictatorship / he as been one of the greatest exponents of spanish leftist culture
his angels come directly from real life, a metropolitan life we can verify in our everyday

.+ el angel ceniciento +

Precipitadas las luces
por los derrumbos del cielo,
en la barca de las nieblas
bajaste tú, Ceniciento.
Para romper cadenas
y enfrentar a la tierra contra el viento.
Iracundo, ciego.
Para romper cadenas
y enfrentar a los mares contra el fuego.
Dando bandazos el mundo,
por la nada rodó, muerto.
No se enteraron los hombres.
Sólo tú y yo, Ceniciento.

RAFAEL ALBERTI

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actually my body is crossing a difficult moment – as my life and my country
would meet a powerful and very patient angel, maybe – helping me to (feel) better