I don’t paint what I see in the glorious heavens
even when the sun, Oh dear giant! Is full of fires,
or when the moon is in its crescent states
dressed with pretty whites an a softy blue.
I don’t paint the oceans when the night is deep
even when its waters are burst with lonely dreams,
of small fish and some others very big
anxiously looking for the hidden one.
I don’t paint men, when they’ve turn into ugly wolfs
killing each other in many nonsense wars,
spreading their blood and their useless bones
fighting for gold and its ephemeral trick.
I don’t paint the black crows in their ethereal dance
looking in the prairie for some little mice,
who can not see the dark mighty guys
grasping his life with their precise attack.
I only paint what I keep in my mind
the things, only I saw and no one else could find,
where no one witness my foot prints in the trail
where I leave my breath and pieces of my soul.
Only time and its never ending march
would like to steal the hours that I find,
in which I loose myself not knowing the end
nor the beginning, cause there, is where I am in peace.
You should see there, the blue skies so clear
and the stars gleaming its lights from so far,
or the changing waters turned into wheat
moving like a blowing wind dance, with out rest.
You might see the woman with no old garments
looking with her dark eyes a lovely sunset,
she speaks wit eloquence about herself
but she doesn’t need words to say who she loves.
The truth is that, I always look close to my destiny
where no one can see or take something from me,
I think I found the place where I can because I see myself smiling
every time I go there.