The burst of life in one's imagination
and the inspiration of one's desires.
Life without colour,
is like the earth without a sun.
On the brightest days of sunshine
and the darkest days of night
Art itself is a single star,
in the empty blackened sky.
Art is a heart that is always beating,
bursting full of joy and love.
Bleeding away its sorrow and pain
and welcoming the ones it loves.
From the first lines of a child,
To the masterpiece of a man.
Art is art.
Art is not what we see with our eyes
but what we see from our heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
art reincarnated thank you giving art a life that only exist in one sub-conscious mind, beautiful piece.