Picasso was psychic
like when he painted
the portrait of Gertrude Stein
(the one with epiphanies occurring
at the mechanic's)
in her years to come
he saw a reality in cubes
(a friend told me it was just geometry)
ending up in contemporary
minimalistic interior mental design
this still bothers me
do artists depict realities
or save them up for the future
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem