To decorate the screens and the fans – this is the one thing,
But to immortalize the paintings with
The oxygen of music – that is the different.
“Renoir, would you be able
To reflect on your painting
The engrossing tranquillity
Of her,
Whose penetrating suns of incompleteness
Pierce by
The un-preceded
Charm of
Life?”
I am mentally speaking to you
Because I know that
“Renoir” is not a stock of the technical tricks,
This is the air of charm
Which is gifted for
The infinity of
Sophistication.
“Au revoir”- I say to myself:
An artist of a word
Gives way to the artist of the light.
But he is giving way
In silence.
In order not to degrade
The fondling contemplations
By useless words.
2008