Here I am Monseigneur !
Painter in renaissance marial blue
and brown Sienna roofs .
Lawrence the magnificent ,the servant !
In love with the beautiful Lucrecia ,
poisoned flower, object of variolated souls.
Borgia in the shade of dagger and cantarella.
I'm this haughty condottiere
who carries from Italy to the Scheldt river
a drop of spanish blood ...
Leonardo ,you're drawing enigmatic madonnas
with dark inquisitive countrysides ...
Pretty lady I invite you to pick the roses of life,
spending my nights on the curve of your breast ...
Devil is a good child !
In his kingdom of misfortune ,
welcoming the brigand dancing to to the gallows
while god poses for Michelangelo !
In Flanderland death lurks ,turning in midnight round !
I'm back on the express instant machine ,again ,
without dwelling on the woes of war my dear Goya !
Piazza Duomo I stop for an espresso ,
Via Veneto,west africans sell trinkets ,
Ticket for anywhere ...
Central station,I take the time to Manhattan
on the arms of a beautiful courtesan
that I snatched from the stake ...
I'm this painter of apocalyptic seasons ,
inspired by boisterous demons ...
Your zealous servant Monseigneur !
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 27th, 2024 09:16
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Comments2
A blend of the classical with modern the renaissance with the Z generation. The tones are dark, but cleaned up and polished. An adventure, and very nice to read.
Thanks Sorren ! Still my poetic time machine !
A crazy excursion through time. The hero is an adventurer, an artist and a bit of a philosopher, jumping through eras and cities as if the laws of time themselves are subject to him.
Often I wonder about this visionary talent associated with time...
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