Gaudi’s eyes
transform Iberian flowers into mosaics.
The mosaics shine merrily:
no West Goths,
no accursed Moors,
no ill-fated Aryans,
not even one single Christian
who had taken holy orders
in Gothic,
no one
is capable of cutting up
the sky here.
Gaudi’s eyes
make the deep sea jellyfish
mutate into a hilarious lizard:
warriors of steel,
torpedoed ships,
raffish Alans,
even the staircases:
he eliminated them all.
Gaudi’s eyes adjust
the glass kaleidoscope,
displaying Cataluña excess:
an oval Jesus, Saint Mary and Joseph
in Gaudi’s Batllo House;
like in a carnival of colors,
yet indisputably,
they are there, waiting in
the golden light.
A cloister crowned by a cross,
a triangle droplet,
domestic atmosphere.
Gaudi’s eyes are an inevitable
third dimension –
every set square of glass
comes back to
existence as an omnipotent
color.
The guard is a dragon
or a powerful Virgin Mary.
And music is the only god.
…………………………….
His hands danced so gorgeously
his eyes saw everything as
hazy memories.

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Gaudi’s eyes burst
under the passing tram.
We pretended
Life did not exist anymore.
“Do you ruin your dreams
only because a new morning
will dawn bright and sunny?” Gaudi’s
eyes asked us.
Under the sun that forgives us everything
the mosaics shine heedlessly…