FISH POND
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As soon as water moves there is no bouquet more tender than gold fishes travellers, large black eyes on their scales orange yellow shine with the spring sun among newly born green grasses. A blue, a green, a red. one which laughs, two looking at you, then a yellow, purple, a chestnut colored which flees under the shade iof your reflection on the pond. Small poems of love which turn and turn over, go up and go down from the depths to play their fins spliting the wave for touching the sky which carry them on its heart.
ART M-RI
M-RI ne se présente pas, vous le découvrez ou pas en regardant son ART, mes toiles sont faites en ce sens de me découvrir peu à peu a vous par mes peintures