I believe I know all the standard bullshit.

The bullshit,
people are talking about.

In their idle lifes.

And I have met a lot of people.

And very many of them,
appeares to have small eyes,
the narrow ones,
in my sorrow too often.

But I sincerely saw in your eyes,
that they were very open.

There were passion in them,
passion for art.

Like you said to me;

"If you have narrow eyes,
you can´t paint,
you can´t write poems,
you can´t write songs,
you can´t talk about life the way we do."

I listened.

And I did not know who you were.

And I felt,
in my stupidity.

That I was bigger than you.

But when the classic,
and ironic.
coin dropped down,
and echoed in my brain.

I suddenly felt,
and thought,
that I was naive to place me,
in the same league that you play in.

And that was real stupid of me.

Then I understood that you are away head of me.

And in an other league,
way above me.

When I walked in the land,
of your paintings.

It was like,
to walk in the land,
of beautiful honest art.

In them I saw,
pictures in my mind.

And I promise you.

Those pictures will follow me all over the world.

And I understand,
why you do not sell you paintings.

Cause the only one,
that can own them,
is your mind.

And I understood,

that you cannot sell out your own life.

I saw the beauty in your mind.

In the sunset were you live.

And at your veranda were we stayed,
and drinking wine with your friends.

I hope you saw,
that I do not have the narrow eyes.

I told you,
that people do not really understand me,
and then we immediately understood each other.

I do not want to buy one of your paintings.

Because the paintings you gave me,
lives like pitures in my mind,
and you understood that to!

We see the life in our different angles
and we seem to understand each other’s angles

And then,
at the last day of our stay.

You gave away one of your paintings.

To my wife!


That´s why,

I love you both.