An Artist Escapes


He lives through his sketches,
surviving on frugal meals
mostly bread and wine.

Night and Day,
are melancholic mirrors.

he keeps trespassing between them
ignoring the sense of time
creating a vortex of imaginary visions.

Countless Albino Butterflies,
bathe in his color palette.

color-soaked wings
now seek the blank canvas,

the kamikaze of hues is imminent,
for the art to strive
and the artist to escape,
the meddling reality