A symphony of words overwhelms me.
I savour their colorful taste .
Scriptures unveiling ancient mysteries,
hieroglyphs opening the great tombs
enshrined in the dust of time .
Synchronic atoms that cross and merge .
what was has never begun
what will come already finished
live moment ,this illusion ...
In this fading dawn
upside down ...
Poetry emerges,fragile season
from the depths of the soul .
Renaissance painting,
madonna holding the child ,
earthy Sienna ochre
or flemish banquets, greasy venison...
I love that century when blue
wasn\'t eye-burning steel ...
I\'m just this painter who never stops
wetting inks in the portraits of wandering
My reason is your confusion ,
Neptune locked up in a madhouse
painting the indecency of insanity ...