An old cartoon here:
http://www.uib.es/catedra/camv/denc/carles reig.jpg
A fairly fine translation from an old poem from his book "Vilanetes a betzef" here:
http://dudlud.blogspot.com/2006_06_27_dudlud_archive.html
Reig’s “Al rerefons del cel,
cada vol de faldilles una flor que s’afegeix al paisatge” (1985)
A heavenscape where the skirts are the flowers
As fearless as birds in flight, the skirts
Freshen the numb chambers of memoryscape.
“The mind gets into action,” life alerts.
Immemorial women, daredevil birds,
Their aces’ dances come grace the skyscape.
As fearless as birds in flight, the skirts
Take over the telluric floor; by spurts
Gets etched the silver plate of the seascape.
“The mind gets into action,” life alerts.
Such enduring snapshots, no need for words;
What lay latent awakens in shipshape.
As fearless as birds in flight, the skirts,
Glorious wings dive-bombing the conscience blurred’s
Gnarls of impressionable youth, leached windscape.
“The mind gets into action,” life alerts.
Such cocksure acuity when beauty asserts
Its emotions - perennials of the earthscape.
As fearless as birds in flight, the skirts.
“The mind gets into action,” life alerts.
