Masats & the art of,

 

 

 

 

Slow, dark, oblivion.

Images of a woman

hurt me.

 

 

I must paint

all of Eden,

with only an apple.

 

 

Cold opaque mist,

bitter sun. Some childrem

ride bicycles.

 

 

Woman at nignt,

our atoms burn.

Life a chaos.

 

 

Provided a cricked sings

you won't feel so lonely

in the infinite.

© 2015 Josep Masats