In the placid environnement
someone used to know how to paint skies
the body is tense, streched by the heat
and everything is unknow
Through the warmth of a
vestal chest
unknown eyes sharing a story
long forgotten
The outline is fragile but strong in is hidden senses
no one descovered it
eyes are lands on a hand who depicted this world
long time ago
Beauty everywhere in the red of
a drink, lips crawling like an upside down strawberry
snowflakes on imagery
the memory without history spin
Painting detail: Hieronymus Bosch
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