I know all the standard bullshit
People are talking about.

And I have met a lot of people.
They,
seemed to have small eyes,
the narrow ones.

In my sorrow to often.

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

There was love in them.

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

And suddenly I felt
that I was placing me in the same league that you are in,
and that´s real stupid of me.

Cause you are way of head of me.

When I walked in the land,
of your paintings,

it was like,

to walk in the land of poems.

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.

You cannot sell out your life.

I saw the beauty,
in your mind,
in the sunset .

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

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

I do not want to buy one of your paintings.

Because the paintings you gave me is in my mind,
and you understood that!

We see the life in our different angels,
but we seem to understand each other’s angels.