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I didn’t know wether to laugh or cry

By April 16, 2019June 16th, 2020No Comments


I didn’t know wether to laugh or cry

when I saw

a pixel today,

extracted carefully

from Mona Lisa’s hands,

to make them breathe,

to make them stand

straight up

from flat on canvas

    into a 3d sculpture.

Almost the same as I’ve been doing

with one’s hands

putting them into the dimension

of poetry,

into the air

that surrounds my daily lull,

to feel the faint skin scent

of those fingers –

a glimpse of sea

crashing against my eyes,

when those palms are moving

over my body,

when they are claiming me,

leaving the sparks

wherever they are touching,

the hands that day-by-day

tear the pixels

from my heart,

leaving no scars,

only the black cells,

the same as you did

tear out

Gioconda’s muscle –

the last attempt to make her smile,

the last attempt to move out

of the prison of a canvas,

into the spring air.