May 20, 2005

Masson in Tossa

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Andr? Masson once lived in Tossa de Mar.

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The whole page. This book, lent by Joan Pannellas, gallerist in Tossa.

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More on Joan to come.

Posted by Dennis at May 20, 2005 8:30 PM

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"...queremos artistas de guardia como las farmacias??" dec?an los j?venes en el 68 reiveindicando la utop?a para alcanzar lo tangible.
Gracias Denis por elegir la luz y las sorpresas de Tossa junto a tu sirena de pelo negro para decirnos cosas con tus colores y tus sue?os desnudos, sin pudor.
Cuando est?s perdido, no vayas al psiquiatra, preguntale a las olas que hay cerca de tu casa, que antes hablaron con Ulises y le guiaron por el camino hasta la tranquilidad.
Dejate conquistar por las luces y las sorpresas de estos lugares, y busca en los bosques, en las calles, en la gente, la m?gia de tu lenguage de colores.
Gracias por quedarte.

SALUD Y LIBERTAD

JUAN CARLOS

Juan Carlos:

I am humbled that you would invest so much as to write these words, words that I am as yet to this moment, translating.

A direct Babel Fish translation:
"... we love artists of guard as the pharmacies" said the young people in the 68 reiveindicando the utopia to reach the tangible thing. Denis thanks to choose the light and the surprises of Tossa next to your siren of black hair to say to us to things with your colors and your naked dreams, without pudor. When you are lost, you do not go to the psychiatrist, preguntale to the waves that there are near your house, which before they spoke with Ulises and they guided to him by the way until the tranquillity. Dejate to conquer by the lights and the surprises of these places, and looks for in the forests, the streets, in people, m?gia of your lenguage of colors

Let's smooth the edges:

"Artists are as necessary as doctors in life." said the youth of '68 who conjured utopia and tried to make it tangible. Dennis, thanks for choosing the light and surprises of Tossa, a siren of black hair to speak so boldly with your colors and naked dreams. When you are lost, you don't need the doctor, but ask the waves that are near your house, waves who before spoke to Odysseus and guided him home. Strive to conquer the lights and surprises of these places, look for it in the forests, the streets, in people in the magic of your language of colors.

I hesitate to set another block of (my) words next to this. Thoughts like this, one must approach as one would pluck a dandelion.

I'm going to sit back and let it soak in....
...and then blog a few thoughts about it. I'd like to introduce the blogaudience to juan Carlos.

Stay tuned and thanks again, J.C.,

-Dennis

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