His brushes remembered the charmed touch of his fingers ...

The gallery was a bright labyrinth above the sea - 

Beyond the sunlit gardens were hillsides dark with pine - 

The pictures on the pristine walls were of creatures or spirits from dreams, each one beautiful and strange - 

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The artist's studio was filled with unfinished works - 

His ghost lingered in the old house - 

Its thick walls were still marked by his charcoal - 

His brushes remembered the charmed touch of his fingers -

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Friday 14 October 2016

The Joan Miro Foundation 

Majorca