Poem By João Tomaz Parreira

Picasso gives us Things
which disorganize our eyes
The lines fly parallel
but later they break away
The faces begin
suddenly by profile
The olden Demoiselles
a today’s shape tomorrow is no more
Picasso leaves the head
our head, irreparable.

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Picasso leaves the head our head, irreparable. you makes a art of heavn in...
I like the image of disorganizing our eyes.

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