Acuarela

The white house with a red roof
a green tree, the blue sky
and swirls the color of ocher
with which the south wind plays.

Under the sweet shade of violets
d and all the wheat in yellow
far away the silver river
is a path that leads to the sea.

If it weren't for so much color
what would the poor painter do
If it weren't for so much nuance
he would never be happy again!

In the little watercolor house
I don't know who lives there, nor will I ever know
that person never shows up
but must be very happy!