Each artist embarks on a personal search.
An artist may take introspective refreshment from green.
Or so they say in Barcelona when air is dry.
In our country it is a water sprinkler that hints, "rinsed green."
Colors often break themselves into separate hues
of noisetone. In a Barcelona cabaret when green is overtaken,
it is stirred into the mint color of drink.
The spirit is lifted among primary colors. Nine rows of color.
The future writ in white spaces.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem