A wet coloured paintbrush and a white house by night A landscape with a ploughman and another house beside Sunflowers and cornfields and an easel down below A strawhat on a mournful face is all that we know
Oil-colour-canvases and pictures in frames Who asks for paintings of a guy with no name? "Brother, can you help me, I´m stone broke again Tomorrow I´ll sell it all to an art-businessman"
Hard times for an artist with contrary mind Scaramongers everywhere, short-sighted and blind Novelty was out of time, boundary´s effaced It´s better to make and end that to live in disgrace
Spot-painted poetry, living in quandary Outside a gallery derided and chased Life is a lottery without a warranty Dying in beggary, buried in haste