Atef Ayadi


The Cold War: Art Movement


When I write,
It is always
Your face
That appears
from the words' sweat,
from the ink's bitterness,
At the paper's edge, or
At the end or the beginning of the line.

When I paint,
And I do not know what I paint;
But it is always
Your name
That appears
At the center
Of the canvas.

Submitted: Sunday, March 04, 2007
Edited: Thursday, January 27, 2011
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