Dalí is blurred.
He bandages his blister by deducting the beats.
Dalí is bleached.
Because this washer doesn't distinguish fabrics.
He realizes and scared, he complains that geniuses shouldn't die.
They are more than eighty
Those that cure your bones
"He is a genius" Salvador Dalí
A crazy mustache (Rocococo refers to rococo art)
Where does the genius stop?
Where does the crazy begin?
A dazzled look
Where does the crazy stop?
Where do the fairytales begin?
In your head the beauty is compressed
As if it were a compression cooker
And it is the steam that goes, leaving by the weight
Magical light in Cadaqués (City in Catalonia)
If you reincarnate in something
Do so in pencil or paintbrush
And Gala (His wife) with silky skin
do so in canvas or paper
If you reincarnate in flesh
Reincarnate again in yourself
We are just geniuses
"He is a genius" Salvador Dalí
Realism and Surrealism
With impressionistic light
and an impressionistic stroke
Coloristic delirium
Eye wash and ophthalmologist
Of delirious eyes
In your palette are mystical, ascetic mixes
With bayonets and boobs
And in your head Gala, God, and money
Good, hermit Catalan
If you reincarnate in something
Do so in pencil or paintbrush
and Gala with silky skin
Do so in canvas or paper.
If you reincarnate in flesh,
do so in yourself.
We want geniuses alive
We want you to be here
"He is a genius" Salvador Dalí