On a little cloud
you looked out
over the horizon
A world with easel, brushes and spatula
You painted the sky blue
but no sky
without forests
without mountains
without red
and without purple
And… oops !
by the way blue…
undefined blue
You searched, you found and oops again !
Now you needed bodies
faces, pigs… and trees
You moved up to cloud seven
your hands painted
your head almost burst apart
What about all the possibilities
and restrictions
where only your fantasy
sets the height of the bar
You find your way
in the world of arts
where you neither need
a passport, a driving licence
or a marriage certificate
where you are allowed
to be yourself
where you are allowed
to be you…

Piet B, 28-06-2018