The nude | work in progress
translated poem:
Akt (Amadeo Modigliani)
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jakub mistral
He has been extending her on painting
like Jesus on cross
naked,in shameless pose
with her head facing downwards
He lenghtened her face,
next got rid of her eyes.
Then he caressed her
with a yellow touches of paintbrush
for as long
as she withered in a decorative frames
of painting
He dimmed the background
for sign of grief
Next day
he gave her up at the boozer
for dinner and bottle of french wine
like Jesus on cross
naked,in shameless pose
with her head facing downwards
He lenghtened her face,
next got rid of her eyes.
Then he caressed her
with a yellow touches of paintbrush
for as long
as she withered in a decorative frames
of painting
He dimmed the background
for sign of grief
Next day
he gave her up at the boozer
for dinner and bottle of french wine
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