Atlas Shrugged

gazing at ground between his feet  he shifted  the world nearly tipped  the nations battled for the third time  lust bloodshed and cruelty  for the sake of their vanities  their governments religions and economies  he grew weary  their speeches of hope   made him groan  their battle cries  punctured his skin  their weapons of free radicals  …

Joy

All the straight and crooked lines blend together with different colors. A blue canyon, a pink sun, and a red moon. A smile on someone else's face that's contagious because her nose is wrinkled and her eyes squeeze shut so tightly that little tear droplets leak out the corners. Laughter bubbles up in the throat …

Spring

Morning breaks. Gentle light lifts up her eyes as the night softly bows his head. The world awakes. Clouds swirl with a painter's brush as dawn stretches her hands. New life quakes. Fluttering eyes and racing hearts greet the world as if for the first time.     Artist: Marta de Andrés