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Show PICASSO POSTCARD WITH PIGEONS I am in light yellow with the four black stripes and you are the blue breasted lovely with the fan of ochre tailfeathers. Perched in this high Mediterranean window on the side of a cliff the azure sea spreads beneath us with its ivory breakers and shivering viridian islands. I have just said to you "Oh, how like a postcard this is, or a vacationeer's lighthearted snapshot!" And you are saying to me, as any lady pigeon would, "No, no, so much more like a painting or an early morning dream dreampt late in life." And in the midst of this talk, unrecorded by the oils and far out of sight beneath the windowledge there is a red sailboat made tiny by the ocean. In it are a striped-shirted man and a lovely dark woman with pale blue eyes. They are thinking nothing of the pigeons or canvasses left propped in studio windows. The boat is running full sail against the wind and the green spray from the ocean is beading up golden on the warm skin of their faces. |