![Your face had become dark, and, upon the day's awakening, your ashes will disperse themselves throughout the garden.
Your ashes will fly to the sky, to make love with the stars.
Sandy, Sandy, your ashes caress the rainbow flowers that tickle the blue of the sky.
[short poem of Miro, on the death of his good old art-paw, the inventor of the 'mobile', Sandy Calder ]. (Joan Miró)](https://cdn.quotesdtb.com/img/quotes_images_webp/61/joan-mir-ash-awakening-749061.webp)
Your face had become dark, and, upon the day's awakening, your ashes will disperse themselves throughout the garden. Your ashes will fly to the sky, to make love with the stars. Sandy, Sandy, your ashes caress the rainbow flowers that tickle the blue of the sky. [short poem of Miro, on the death of his good old art-paw, the inventor of the 'mobile', Sandy Calder ].
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