La luz estuvo con el viejo Reverón cuando se bañaba para calmar los espíritus y los llenaba de color, Presencias que llegaban como sombras para levantar su cuerpo de náufrago de la realidad.

Él las iba borrando, las plegaba al lienzo, para que aplacaran las olas y el mar se convertía en un concierto de colores, la luz llegaba para atormentarlo.

Él se desnudaba, para que la magia despertara el pecado en sus muñecas, ellas sufrían sus delirios creadores en el encandilamiento chamánico.

Su dedo monocromático se convertía en luz para que la noche besara el mar, mientras Juanita modelaba el viento con arena de playa.

El viejo Reverón en su ebriedad, alucinaba los colores entre las algas, restos de caracoles y desechos que los dioses marinos le enviaban.

Así iba pincelando las horas, el radiante azul iba perfilando sus imágenes, que se desvanecían entre cielos de blancos contrastes obnubilando sus sentidos y la vida se le iba perdiendo entre sepias para encontrarse con sus delirios en un viaje hacia la eternidad.

With this poetic prose I am participating in the initiative of the #soloEscribe community, where tribute is paid to two great creators of Venezuelan painting, they are: Armando Reveron and Cesar Rengifo.
I chose the first: Reveron, the madman from Macuto. A coastal town where he lived under the protection of creative freedom, with his life partner: Juanita, sheltered by the walls of his castillete, where he exercised his reign of light and delirium.

The creative delusions of Reverón

The light was with old Reverón when he bathed to calm the spirits and filled them with color, Presences that came as shadows to lift his castaway body from reality.

He would erase them, fold them to the canvas, so that they would calm the waves and the sea would become a concert of colors, the light would arrive to torment him.

He would undress, so that the magic would awaken the sinful act of his dolls, they would watch his trance and suffer his creative deliriums in shamanic enchantment.

Her monochromatic finger became light, so that the night could kiss the sea, while Juanita modeled the wind with beach sand.

Old Reverón, in his drunkenness, hallucinated the colors among the seaweed, the remains of snails and the waste that the sea gods sent him.

Thus he was painting the hours, the radiant blue was outlining his images, which faded between skies of white contrasts blurring his senses and life was getting lost among sepia to meet his delusions on a journey to eternity.

Invito al amigo @eleazarvo y @franvenezuela para que se una a la iniciativa.

_{Las imágenes utilizadas las tomé de la pagina: https://www.biografiasyvidas.com/biografia/r/reveron.htm
el fondo que utilice es el cuadro: "Amanecer desde Punta Brisas" (1944), de Armando Reverón, una fotografía del pintor y de una de sus muñecas, la edición la hice con PhotoScape. / The images used were taken from the website: https://www.biografiasyvidas.com/biografia/r/reveron.htm
the background I used is the painting: "Amanecer desde Punta Brisas" (1944), by Armando Reverón, a photograph of the painter and one of his dolls, the edition was made with PhotoScape.
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