A poem of Dali's Port Lligat

Salvador Dali, Landscape of Port Lligat

In Port Lligat, where the sea and sun embrace, Stands a house that defies the bounds of space. A surrealist's haven, where dreams come alive, A testament to the genius of Salvador Dalí.

Nestled on the coast, where the waves gently roll, A structure of wonder, capturing the soul. Walls curve and twist, like a mind gone astray, Each room an enigma, where art holds sway.

Step through the threshold, enter a realm unknown, Where time bends and reality is overthrown. The courtyard whispers secrets, as colors intertwine, As if the very essence of creativity aligns.

Inside, a labyrinth of corridors and halls, Where Dalí's visions adorn the ancient walls. Curved windows frame the picturesque bay, Inviting the light to dance and play.

In the studio, where genius finds its voice, Canvases come alive, capturing Dalí's choice. Easels stand tall, laden with paints and brushes, Ready to bring forth his imaginative rushes.

Surreal creatures come to life in every room, Melted clocks hang, in a state of eternal gloom. Furniture morphs and warps, defying the norm, As Dalí's mind bends reality, true to form.

The bedroom, a sanctuary of dreams and desire, With a magnificent bed, rising higher and higher. Sunlight bathes the room, casting golden rays, As if dreams themselves have found a place to stay.

The gardens, a testament to Dalí's adoration, A labyrinth of flora, a botanical creation. Bursts of color bloom, like a painter's brush, Guiding visitors through nature's hush.

In Port Lligat, Dalí's house becomes a shrine, A testament to a creative force, so divine. A sanctuary of art, where his genius still thrives, Inviting us to explore and see through new eyes.

So, let us wander through this surrealist domain, Where reality is bent and perceptions are untamed. In Port Lligat, the Dali house stands tall and proud, A testament to a visionary, surreal and profound.

G.