Watercolor, 60x 30 cnts. 
Watercolor 40 x 30 (original now owned by my good friend Miguel A. Ortega) Rise cranes in a reservoir Extremadura January average and slowly the days are getting longer, the environment is frozen and I can see how their picks out the steam of his breath, the colors red dawn crash in the water and outlines their silhouettes, they know in a few days must return to their countryside, central to start a new life cycle, there are adults who have lost their partners in the wintering hold their processions of loyalty, others, including young people from previous years will have to find a partner.
This will be a new journey, from the flooded meadows and stopped in southwestern Spain, crossing high altitude cities like Madrid, small towns with smoking chimneys and desolate places of Castile, what they thought to see so much light down there and oddly shaped?, places that go by, taboo for her long legs.
Cranes are the last wild spirit of Europe without borders, a symbol that reminds us that the land division is somewhat artificial, since the Siberian taiga to the Mediterranean scrub is all one unit, which we humans spend to dismember, to wound with pharaohs public works and waste studded fields and roads.
The day that these animals may sail the skies of spring, you can rightly say: "The human being as a species failed, and hopefully this will not happen ever! Text
and watercolors: Angel February
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