Extracting myself from the frame
Suspended my life
I dreamed better
I saw the hearth
All these unknowns
You among them
Canvas
Fiber oozing
Bruises
You saw the soul
But I've seen your hand
choosing Gauguin
And I give you back your love
Become again the outlines
I give you back your love
It's my last resort
I give you back your love
At least forever
Become again the outlines
"The naked woman standing"
Extracting myself from the frame
Narrowed the life
Of a flayed woman
I believed the fable
Of a beloved mortal
You betrayed me
You,
you allowed me
To compromise myself
I will be the "unique"
For thousands of eyes
A master's nude
And I give you back your love
At least forever
I give you back your love
Mine is too heavy
And I give you back your love
That's more obvious in the day
Its colors are diluted
And I give you back your love
Become again the outlines
Of my only master: Egon Schiele and...