Lo que quise decir
Hablo de cómo el arte guarda los recuerdos y los secretos del pasado. Los dibujos y las pinturas guardan lo que fuimos y lo que compartimos con alguien.
La escribí en noviembre de 2024.
Letra
Blanc and wild
With colors bright and shade she
Could be found per sketches buried in the night
Years later saw the future come to light
Folks were whisper secrets on the wall
Portraits of tomorrow down the hall
He traced the lines of every hidden truth
In every burstroke, so they're wild
Youth, memories, our visions in the blue
Masterpiece, knew she still cared
In every picture, so much they shared
Both in shadows, on her pants, her laws
The firearms, beat at your moments