Pablo Martínez Alonso
Poeta asiduo al portal
Black and white, lights and shadows,
lightning and opacity are crossing in my way,
the world is plain and robotic is the people,
the days are repeating in a endless secuency.
A rainbow's drop is spill over the canvas,
and all start to advance, the tears are drying
and the childrens play in the street, the city have sound, but still need color.
THe sinphony start to play, is a far jazz starting harmonize,
its a flash!, is green instead white, the umbrellas are not gray but red,
the love start to appear like the bubbling foam and start to paint the city,
culprit girl that played with your watercolor you've spilled something that I dont know if I'll know how to handle.
- Pablo Martínez Alonso -
lightning and opacity are crossing in my way,
the world is plain and robotic is the people,
the days are repeating in a endless secuency.
A rainbow's drop is spill over the canvas,
and all start to advance, the tears are drying
and the childrens play in the street, the city have sound, but still need color.
THe sinphony start to play, is a far jazz starting harmonize,
its a flash!, is green instead white, the umbrellas are not gray but red,
the love start to appear like the bubbling foam and start to paint the city,
culprit girl that played with your watercolor you've spilled something that I dont know if I'll know how to handle.
- Pablo Martínez Alonso -
