I am an artist of love and I am painting a canvas over a canvas, A colour over a colour, A vision over a vision And a scenery over a scenery Thinking... That maybe someday I paint a perfect picture But every time I tried A colour merged with another A knife scrapped a brush stroke A vision embedded in another And the scenery lost its form 'Twasn't the one I had erased Nor the one I had planned Neither the hues of the past Nor the ones coveted by tomorrows But somewhere in the middle A blend of all. With the fragrance of fresh and old paint, A scenery with the meadows in hues of the sea A morning sky painted like a blue-black starry sky And somewhere in between the leaching colours Was my bleeding heart! Somewhere between the layers I was standing still in love.