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perefalc — Painting and Poetry
Published: 2008-02-29 06:54:07 +0000 UTC; Views: 225; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 4
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Description sometimes I don’t know what it is about you that makes me smile, what it is that makes me love you, but then you go and do this outrageous thing that just brings me back.

there is always paint on your clothes just like there is always ink on my fingers. the tub is a rainbow after you shower and then my feet turn purple or chartreuse or whatever the color of the day is.

today you paint the cosmos on this monster canvas, I don’t know how you will ever finish. you sway to George Winston blasting from the speakers, if George Winston songs can blast.  

I don’t pretend to understand how you have that much patience.  for me things are much more simple when I scribble on my legal pad. You say you love my poetry and that it is art for the ears to which I reply that paintings are poetry for the eyes.

you laugh and then pounce on me and we collide with the floor.  You reach over to your table, the one which you won’t let me touch because there is an order to your sloppiness and that me 409ing it would ruin it, and grab your cappuccino to drink it down deep.
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Comments: 2

rhunel [2008-09-10 07:46:32 +0000 UTC]

How romantic!

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perefalc In reply to rhunel [2008-09-12 18:43:28 +0000 UTC]

thank you

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