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"Past the age of fifty, Velasquezstopped painting definite things.
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He hovered around objectswith the air, with twilight,
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catching in his shadowsand airy backgrounds...
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the palpitations of colour...
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which formed the invisible coreof his silent symphony.
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Henceforth, he captured only...
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those mysterious interpenetrationsof shape and tone that form a constant,
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secret progression,
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neither betrayed nor interruptedby any jolt or jar.
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Space reigns supreme.
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It is as if an aerial wave,sliding over the surfaces,
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soaked up their visible emanations,defined and modeled them,
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then spread them about like a perfume,
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an echo of themselves,
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a scattering of impalpable dust.
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The world he lived inwas one of sadness:
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a degenerate king, sickly infantes,
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idiots, dwarfs, cripples,
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a handful of clownish freaksdressed up as princes,
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whose function it wasto laugh at themselves...
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and to amuse a castthat lived outside the law,
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in the meshes of etiquette,plots and lies,
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bound by the confessional and remorse,
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with the inquisitionand silence at the door."
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Listen to this, little girl!
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"A spirit of nostalgia pervades his work,yet he avoids what is ugly, sad,
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or cruelly morbidabout those oppressed children.
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Velasquez is the painter of evening,
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of open spaces and of silence,
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