Goya watched <br /> on Prado shadows <br /> by groves of saplings <br /> in early winters sun, <br />people languishing in <br /> pungent tobacco smoke <br /> clinging to humidity <br /> beneath his feet, <br />deliberately ignorant <br /> of a future reality <br /> in his grotesque. <br /> <br /> <br />26/11/2011<br /><br />Danny Draper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/goya-watched/
