Embracing Art

"Ars non habet inimicum nisi ignoranum" - "Art has no enemy except the ignorant"

Solymar Property, Managing Director Nikolai Leukin and his beautiful wife Marcia have a tremendous interest and love of art in most of its forms. Solymar wish to support art, culture by nurturing aspiring artists and allowing a forum for their expressions.

We start with a section of poems by as yet unknown poet and translated from Spanish.

Island - Anon

Hand in hand the butterflies roam you,
From sun to sun they roam the house,
From room to room they arouse fragrances,
No ones colours, which I peruse until they sink into my eyes, earthy and open,
Ready to see, to see you, to see us day after day
Sleeping in the cavities of your pure and tangled hair
So that the sunrise, once again, renews all that yesterday was stranded in the last rock of the high tide.

I will kiss your hands full of copper mud and orchids.
I will kiss them when they bring me overflowing in your crevices, a million years of harmony.
I will silence my inner voice to listen to, through my young deafness,
The rumour of the peace of your jungles of your silent look, mirror of the crystal sky.

And each time it's born in your warm air.
I will thanks to the bird song for wakening my senses
And offer them to life day after day.

I will forget my memory and I will leave the dreams,
Sink your claws deep in my being,
So that the skin, loved by the Sun becomes the last memory.

If I were...

If I were the wind, I would set down in your bays
And make whirlpools deeply in the western slopes,
To anchor my heart secure in your core,
And hide myself in the shadow of your whipped trees to rest
From so much seen, and so much living.

And if I were the water, I would freeze in the curls of the ferns,
I would dream of being eternally swamp from season to season.
I would shine with your full moon, then I would wait silently
Until the moment to leave on another far return journey.

If I were the Earth I would be steep in your ravines,
Fine sand, powdered coral, fertile earth below the kapok tree,
A pool for the leaves that calmly fall.
I would be the base of your dreams of your smile,
The fairy that makes it all possible.,

And if I were light, I would sink like a sable
Burning in your afternoons,
I would reduce your colours to fire and would traverse fro north to South
From East to West,
I would not miss a day, the date, that every morning
I have with you, to love you, to light in serene.
Baggage less you must come to a place in which all overflows,
In which even the shade asks silently of your company.

In the end to dream is the most harmless act that humans can do,
Perhaps to materialize dreams is the most precious gift that one can give to those who accompany us.