Lines and circles, points of colour,
Sounds of DO RE MI FA SOL,
Jump on a flower, with red colour,
Trying, not to fall.
SI, is sitting on a tree,
In the middle of the action.
So we her, can better see,
Giving, some more attention.
The leg, of the SOL Key,
Wants to jump, to be at top.
'I want to feel, I want to see,
Without being on a lope '.
All the painting, awakes to life,
The colours open their eyes.
Lines, Circles begin their dive,
Sounds of music, all flies!
Is the painting finished? Is it?
Are the notes on rest?
Can we feel the atmosphere?
Have the picture passed the test?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem