A little girl sad, sitting in the sun
watches the stitches of embroidery.
The pattern is complete with white on the white.
The little girl pensive, broods over the silk.
Colors bloom before her eyes,
colors from the kitchen garden,
tamarind green, colors from the fireplace,
amber red, colors from the orchard,
yellow and red, the carnation spreading
gently over the petals of rose;
every color has a life of its own.
The little girl wonders what she should choose.
One day, the little girl dreams, she would find the silken route
that will flow like a stream from the compelling white
to a palette cluttered with blotches of paint,
and from the silken skeins to the medley of paint,
and from the riot on the palette to the symphony on canvas,
she aspires to move and build a bridge of words that will incarnate
the primeval energy of art.
watches the stitches of embroidery.
The pattern is complete with white on the white.
The little girl pensive, broods over the silk.
Colors bloom before her eyes,
colors from the kitchen garden,
tamarind green, colors from the fireplace,
amber red, colors from the orchard,
yellow and red, the carnation spreading
gently over the petals of rose;
every color has a life of its own.
The little girl wonders what she should choose.
One day, the little girl dreams, she would find the silken route
that will flow like a stream from the compelling white
to a palette cluttered with blotches of paint,
and from the silken skeins to the medley of paint,
and from the riot on the palette to the symphony on canvas,
she aspires to move and build a bridge of words that will incarnate
the primeval energy of art.
Thank you @Milan Lakić for the painting by Isabel Guerra
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