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ArtistSpanish civil war. In colors At night with a huge full red moon. On the ridge of the mountain. A very sad man and woman, war refugees, dressed in coats. At the top of the Pyrenees. He is kneeling facing the ground with a hand on his face and is holding a rifle. She is standing and looking at him. Sadness, sorrow, anger, helplessness.
Pere Quart's poem about exile in the Spanish Civil War:
A full moon night
we will climb the ridge,
slowly, without saying anything...
If the moon was full
it was also our sorrow.
My beloved accompanies me
with brown skin and serious air
(like a Mother of God
that they have found in the mountain).
To forgive us the war,
that teaches him, that makes him war,
before crossing the line,
I stand up and kiss the ground
and I pat him on the shoulder.
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