Colors blend together on a new large canvas
Brushes marking details across its surface,
Uncovering what was hidden there.
Then suddenly and magically, out of nowhere
People appear and stare at you without restraint
As you are staring at them, through dabs of paint.
They're about to speak from detailed strokes,
Real enough to be alive, exploiting in a hoax
The viewer who wants to feel alive, and provokes
His images to escape his emptiness, like the flat
Paintings he's looking at.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice symbolisim beautifull words, your rythym and style remind me of emily dickenson, well done, thanks for sharing!