Painting my Dream

 Thinking to start a new life having soon children,

Perhaps, I'm doing babysitter

I thought, 

sharing the burden in my dream thinking never complain.

What love did to me .?

My heart twisted like a small spoon,

draining water from the sea to fill up a swimming pool.

Who is the swimmer?

m' I?

I' was  swept away  with  many sweet words,

 as thoughtful I believed.

I jumped  deeply in salted water,

I did not see the storm coming.

Trusted a shining sun and the blue sky summer 

 then  hugged   the wave  with my hands open,

I'm  holding it tightly from  its neck, 

 my knees surrounding it.

This beautiful wave slapped my face.

I have washed away  with all fake kisses 

going back to my art's dreams

 this time not for swimming,

just to paint my pain.