Out Of Mad Dynamism. Poem by Marcondes Pereira

Out Of Mad Dynamism.



I won't do another angel so pure.
My creation won't be a demon more than impure.
My lively sculpture
is going to be a natural creature.

Themes which capture what my emotions tell.
My art is what I see. It isn't in heaven and hell!

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