I want to paint…
                                    The smell of Brazilian food coming up my nose.

I WANT TO PAINT…
Taste of pizza flouting up the galaxy.

I want to paint…
The sound of a written music in my ears.

I want to paint…
The impossibility of being Harry Potter.

I want to paint…
The distance between me and the love.

I want to paint…
The silence of a teacher’s dream.

I want to paint…
The heart of an animal bouncing up and dawn.

I want to paint…
The sound of a hyenas laugh in the cool of a desert night.

I want to paint…
A boy and a girl dancing together in the moon-light.

I want to paint…
The memory of me writing this poem.