Si, a una pintura
No me importa que a veces no me escuche
No me importa que a veces no responda
Su óleo agresivo en su lienzo suave
Es todo lo que me importa
Su mezcla de verde con amarillo en el paisaje
Su mezcla de colores sombríos para lo que esconde.
Aunque poco a poco la voy analizando
Cada vez quiero verla más
Cómo si quisiera buscar un defecto
Pero todo lo que encuentro me abraza
En una cálida mañana
Y en una fría noche.
Al igual que los míos
Y hermosa es su pintura
No igual que yo
Una técnica de pintura
Qué quisiera conocer un día.
Pero a la vez tan cómoda de tener.
Y me acompaña día y noche.
No tiene defectos
Y si los tuviera
Los amaría tanto como a su marco.
Yes, to a painting
I don't care that sometimes it doesn't listen to me
I don't care that sometimes it doesn't respond
Its aggressive oil on its soft canvas
It's all that matters to me
Its mixture of green and yellow in the landscape
Its mixture of somber colors for what it hides.
Although little by little I am analyzing it
Every time I want to see her more
As if I wanted to look for a defect
But everything I find hugs me
On a warm morning
And on a cold night.
Like mines
And beautiful is its painting
Not the same as me
A painting technique
That I would like to know one day.
But at the same time so comfortable to have.
And it accompanies me day and nigh.
It has no defects
And if that had them
I would love them as much as their frame.
Poema escrito por mi y tambien publicado en otra de mis redes sociales (https://medium.com/@fabianacm98)