Sometimes I feel pictures are my brothers and sisters,
They talk in a way that makes me leave Words,
Pictures collect the fragrance of seasons
Suggesting I could dive with no fear
In Colours,
In Feelings.

Sometimes I feel Words should disappear,
Pictures, these brothers and sisters of mine, turn my life into
Still albums containing Silence and Love.

Sometimes I feel You somewhere in the cores of pictures I love,
Words are just stones under my restless feet, biting me, hurting me.
I need nothing else, I think then, I need Your Thought
Taken in Pictures.