Thousands of colored pigments decorate the wooden table
Green and White hope candor
Blue is the abyss while the Orange seems faded
Celeste There's infinite and the Red Heart
missing seems to me only black ...
the color of terror.
Between my fingers is experiencing a brush with soft hair
throbs and quivers, I hear him panting ...
see who wants to do!
First caress the brilliant white creating desired peace
dips his head so stained in green
fades But without wanting to drop the artificial turf
Without waiting for dips in the blue,
becoming turquoise gemstone
But sailing and sail-like ship lost
Dark and deep down into the cobalt sea
Scared emerges accidentally touching the yellow of the sun lost
, lonely and jealous, gives him a bit 'self.
Again turquoise and precarious, only a moment's delay,
And brush your hair falls down
A caress what he paints good and which is often fire like passion:
The bright red, that is, the heart.
But, alas, ill join many colors
Such colors do not live together so Possoni different are
It seems that ever saran happy.
From this mixture created so cheerfully
born indeed a bad grain:
is of darkness and mystery,
evenings without moon and stars, the sad tears and endless pain.
But jumping on the brush!
E'invece succeeded,
created the shade trying!
represents sleep and rest,
calm and quiet,
the clear night after hours of work;
it is also the color that cancels the glow liar,
its him ...
Black!
* * GiorgiaM
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