There’s no need for pretentious coloring
for the spirits expelled from Rome...
The planet makes faces with masks, –
paint me sincerely –
without makeup.
With the last ray of hope,
I outstretched my arms to Eternity...
Clothes won’t cheer the bitterness –
paint me intimately –
without a dress.
Feeling the same as the sea,
I took off over the world like a seagull...
When you meet me in a passing-by girl,
paint me joyfully –
without a body.
January 28, 2009
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