oil on canvas 55 x 46 x 1.5 cm
-The artwork listed are unique, original paintings , signed and dated by the artist. shipped in cardboardbox
Painting is signed and dated by the artist as well as accompanied by a Certificate of Authenticity.
Something What Women Don’t Say
Some love letters make the company for us.
Words which
remain with us
And we don’t go away
But hide from the
pain
Which slipps off but we will feel it later.
We have too
much fantasy and we tell a lie,
It is only for lake of the
truth
Which sooner or later will happen.
The wind changes
but not we.
And even if we transform a bit,
It is only for
wish to like to someone who is already
Or can appear to be with
us.
We are like this.
It is difficult to explain.
Some bitter
days, let it.
You will be able to find us here.
With our
sleepless nights
But we will never be tired even when
We
will tell you the next “yes”.
Endless days fly away in a hurry
And the truth becomes so
familiar.
Our child’s frases leave a trace
Which return but
who will hear them?…
The compliments of playboys are falling
on us
Out of the cars
But we don’t hear them any more
If
there is someone who does not make them.
The wind changes but
not we,
And even if we get confused a bit,
It is for a wish
to understand someone
Who does not manage to talk to us.
We are like this, gently-complicated,
More emotional,
fine
But you will be able to find us here
With the storm
evenings.
Bring us roses,
Something new,
And we will tell
you the next “yes”.
It is difficult to explain
Some
bitter days, let it.
You will be able to find us here,
With our sleepless
nights,
But we will never be tired even when we
Will tell
you again the next “yes”.
Writer : Enrico Ruggeri / Luigi Schiavone
oil paint
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oil on canvas 55 x 46 x 1.5 cm
-The artwork listed are unique, original paintings , signed and dated by the artist. shipped in cardboardbox
Painting is signed and dated by the artist as well as accompanied by a Certificate of Authenticity.
Something What Women Don’t Say
Some love letters make the company for us.
Words which
remain with us
And we don’t go away
But hide from the
pain
Which slipps off but we will feel it later.
We have too
much fantasy and we tell a lie,
It is only for lake of the
truth
Which sooner or later will happen.
The wind changes
but not we.
And even if we transform a bit,
It is only for
wish to like to someone who is already
Or can appear to be with
us.
We are like this.
It is difficult to explain.
Some bitter
days, let it.
You will be able to find us here.
With our
sleepless nights
But we will never be tired even when
We
will tell you the next “yes”.
Endless days fly away in a hurry
And the truth becomes so
familiar.
Our child’s frases leave a trace
Which return but
who will hear them?…
The compliments of playboys are falling
on us
Out of the cars
But we don’t hear them any more
If
there is someone who does not make them.
The wind changes but
not we,
And even if we get confused a bit,
It is for a wish
to understand someone
Who does not manage to talk to us.
We are like this, gently-complicated,
More emotional,
fine
But you will be able to find us here
With the storm
evenings.
Bring us roses,
Something new,
And we will tell
you the next “yes”.
It is difficult to explain
Some
bitter days, let it.
You will be able to find us here,
With our sleepless
nights,
But we will never be tired even when we
Will tell
you again the next “yes”.
Writer : Enrico Ruggeri / Luigi Schiavone
oil paint
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