Poetry & Collage

Having to describe the painting and venture inside its traces

I invite you to come along and explore all possible cases

A bucolic Eden in Tuscany, on the golden cusp of sunset

A gondola ride by the ruins, charmed by its ancient magic

Join me for a picnic under the comfortable shadow of the weeping willow

We will feed on berries and wine under the summer stillness hitherto

But when dawn turn into midday and midday turns into dusk

You know it’s time to fold your checkered blanket, gather up your things and pack

If you went to an Italian village, I imagine this is what you shall find

Handsome Timothée Chalamet sipping wine in a bar nearby

Hop on his red vespa and go for a thrilling ride

Why did I include Timothée in an art project, you might decide to ask?

To me the answer is simple, his face is just pure art
We seem to circle back to the same theme again

What is art and what is not, that question almost causes me pain

I’ve finally come to the conclusion, it’s not for me to say