The barren yard
In front of the art academy’s door,
In young, dreamy eyes,
Opens up into a sacred celebration of devotion.
As Venice is immersed in silence at the same time.
There, every form searches for its eternity,
Growing to the sky on sunny days.
There, the poetry of blue shines clearly.
The painter’s eyes kiss the solitude,
Easing it into a song of imagination
That gently releases the embodied into the empty.
In it, every sigh is washed out by the purity of colour.
The heart is driven by the dream of motionless harmony.