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You are the quintessence of all what’s beautiful and rare
The muting of sorrow and despair.
You are the unworldly rhythm of my thoughts
And the immortal fire of teenage love
You are the soft captivity of my soul’s desire

And the deadly browns and glittery yellows of the autumn.

Gerhard Richter, Overpainted Photographs.
There is more than one way of interpreting the season of transformation.

However, you are not a simple line representing the horizon,
The non-inspiring gray skies
Or the words in a lost dialect
And you are certainly not a deceiving vain smile
There is just no way you are a deceiving vain smile.

Vintage Weinernter, Gerhard Richter (1968)
Gray desplays nothing but sadness.



It is possible that you are the pearly treasures of the sea
May be even art’s never found hidden intentions
But you are not even close
To being the starvation for a shoulder when crying.

Ashville, Willem de Kooning (1947)
Can you see the message beyond?

And a quick look in the mirror will show,
That you are neither the fire congealed with senseless cold
Nor the taste of bitter strawberries to my full lips.
It might interest you to know,
Speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
That I am the plain white canvas to your imagination.


I also happen to be the admiration of what we can’t understand,
The lights that spatter heaven above
And the mind’s departure when dreaming.

Drammen 1, Thomas Struth (2001)
Particularly exceptional were the lights beaming on the sky.

 

I am also the sweet masochistic distance
And the end to your means.
But don’t worry, I am not the quintessence of all what’s beautiful and rare
You are still the quintessence of all what’s beautiful and rare
You will always be the quintessence of all what’s beautiful and rare
Not to mention the muting of sorrow and –somehow- despair.