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This site features some of my poetry (including quite a bit of juvenilia), early works in art, and photography; among other productions of bliss&despair.

My art page is found at pablosaborio.com

Browse below to read my latest poetry both in English and Spanish. Or quickly jump to modern art paintings, photography, and existential quotes that have inspired me.

©2008 – 2019 Pablo Saborío

The Unknown is Shining – solo exhibition

I’m happy to announce I will be showcasing a solo exhibition – The Unknown is Shining – at Der Kaiser is tot- det frie galleri in Copenhagen.

| The exhibition will run from December 14th, 2019 to January 27th, 2020 |

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Here’s a link to FB event: https://www.facebook.com/events/813938389067041/

Hope to see some of you that are based in or around Copenhagen.

Social Media

I will be presenting new art, installations and paintings in my social media channels below.

Follow me to see the latest work!

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Instagram: https://instagram.com/pablo_saborio_art_experience/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/PabloSaborioArt/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Pablo_Nihil

Art blog: https://www.pablosaborio.com/blog

THANK YOU!

other ways

beyond_language_poetry

 

There are other ways
than language.

Let’s observe
simply
the fire before us.

The way a match
ignites to startle
a moment.

Look for the softest light
a distant wildfire
quiet because it is
involved in night.

The kind of surface
that melts the sun
into a tiny
puddle of gold.

This is more of
primeval voice
returning its wind
to the rain.

This is mouth
allowing for song
to water its
valley.

This is still
earth living
behind a window
seeing its ground
swallow
pregnant fruit.

There are other ways
than ideas.

Let’s dry the story
and blind the
behavior.

See the strong
shadow stumble
to break its
shell.

The ground
fertile
with the patience
of time.

This is more
of the ocean
leaking its body
to closely
understand
the sand.

Once we pull
language
as a thorn
out of the world.

This
and only
this
will remain.

the fog

fog_21st_century_poetry

 

The name
of memory
is water

the gate
trembling
is your own lips
approaching

the tongue
tasting its noise
like density
born to be kissed

another’s lips
transparent, liquid,
eager river,
flooding the islands of taste

that is war
softer than death
passage carved
by lightning

the buds aware
the whole mouth
is fire

the mystery
is rung
as breath

the primordial
contact
gentle iridescence
quickening
the whole journey
of history

your heaving
entering
and leaving
the mystery

the gate
invites
the water

the dream
shining
back like fog
from the water’s surface.