Saturday morning, just checking mails when Sherry sent me a message, who is she....she live lives in Mass. US., We talked briefly about art and her relation with students in Mexico. afterward She told me that she worked in a new project, you'll see the paint above a little psichodelic as I told her. I like to exchange impression about art and the way that people are concerned to preserve traditions around the world, here is a poem by Percy Shelley.

"The sonnet/political greatness by Percy Shelley"

Nor happiness, nor majesty, nor fame
Nor peace, nor strength, nor skill in arms or arts
Shepard those herds whom tyranny makes tame
Verse echoes not one beating of their hearts
History is but the shadow of their shame:
Art veils her glass, or from the pageant starts
as to oblivion their blind millions fleet.
Staining the heaven with obscene imagery
Of their own likeness, What are numbers, knit by force or custom?
Man who is man would be, Must rule the empire of himself.
In it must be supreme, establishing his throne.
On vanquished will, quelling the anarchy
Of hopes and fears of beng himself..alone.
the end.

thank you.

Thanks Sherry.