Sunday, December 4, 2011

Picasso's kiss

Confused cubes
distort the imagination
neither yellow nor blue
always green


“to paint and nothing more”
Regardless of production
nothing existed before
“divested of useless realism”


the lines blur
the canvas tainted
the body frigid
the mouth opened


misplaced emotions
a wasteland
when a hunger for meaning
wraps its hands around my waist


"Neither the good nor the true"
colors that create nothing
my lips are void
“neither the useful nor the useless”

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