a lack of experience
a certain naivete
like a picturesque
breakfast on the grass
painted in colours of innocence
this has never been welcomed
in the worlds of art dealers
unless specifically required
by a perverted customer
for the purpose of anything but admiration
so the artist long forgotten
still blushing in his grave
in his youth created a ghastly context
unknowingly tip toed
on a domino case
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem