{Bare feet}

Draw, tear, paint,
Fascinates, shatters, breaks,
Stimulate :
every colour,
every trend,
every thought,
Get out of this fear.

Breathe and start again,
you're gone,
scurry away.

Dulcinea, gazette,
chimera.

This intensity travels,
this perdition crossed,
between life and hope, between anguish
and fear.

You are a thrill, a phobia of perfection,
you are song, dance and fascination,
you want to, you pretend to paint,
but in truth you tell,
you write with every fragment of this ink,
you narrate with each colour of this coating.

This design, this drawing,
you shape, you forge, you burn,
this allegory in watercolour,
you consume.

Oxygen of passion
and caricature this tempera.

Release, let go, vibrate,
Stop, cease, pause
Stop.

Breathe in...

Stop sketching this canvas
on the ground, which you bury,
dig it up and squeeze it
so tightly,
that your bare feet dance,
wobble, waltz.

Dance my sweetheart,
Sing my «Bely »
And explode in this fresco.

In my pastel work,
in my canvas on the ground,
bitumen I pray you,
describe and write our emotions.

And in my soul sleep.

Draw this design
And let my words be aimed
destiny and meaning.

Tell the story of our lives,
I pray you.

In these colours the soul returns,
for in my poetry you revive.

In these euphoria
I pray you,
live, I follow you.

I am in love with your colours
for I cherish your flavours.

(c) Moustapha Chein

29 juillet 2023, 

Montréal