I want to paint…

A volcano with lava spreading like water in plants getting ready to burst out like a rocket.

The satisfaction of ice cream melting on a nice sunny day.

A crawling caterpillar crawling as slow as a cat walking slowly.

I want to paint…

The sound of a fire alarm ringing and the children screaming like a wolf howling.

The memory of my gran whose memory is as smart as a robot.

The impossibility of knowing which exact robot is going to launch to Mars.

I want to paint…

The distance between England and France because it’s a long tiring journey.

The taste of chocolate after a long day.

The smell of a barbecue grilling with misty smoke.

I want to taste the

The end of this poem