Vincent face the sun
hold on to your gun
Can you hear me?
see me?
I am a chair
I am a flower
Blowin’ in the open field
Sunflower seeds harvesting
inside of me
Raw Sienna
Cadmium yellow
and cobalt blue
are the colours I choose
What else can I do?
Vibrating grass
empty canvas
Now there is nothing left
but these cold paintings
these vibrating portraits
and couples walking hand in hand
Dear Brother
Do you understand?
Do you have a light
in this starry night?