Ros - Waltz Monet

Is it just an inkling?
A fleeting impression.
It comes and goes
with gentleness.
A painterly gesture
it comes and goes,
it seems to be moving,
it's moving me too.

A brushstroke
summoned the wind.
It dances in her dress
in the sun, in the shade.
A brushstroke
summoned the wind.
It dances in her hair
in the sun, in the shade.



A landscape,
blurry from brushstrokes
or maybe a drawing of tears,
dissolves in my eyes.
It seems to be moving
It's moving me too.
Colors melt into blue.
Draws me in

When you defied Him,
the changes progressed.
Sometimes rebellion pays off.
Let's paint our landscape.
There you are, here I am
and there we are.

Dreams are swinging,
the boat is full of elation.
Take me on a journey,
let's dive into harmony.
This moment, fragrant like lilies.

Intoxicating, slightly mundane.
Let's meet at the bridge
or in the meadows' green oceans,
where from the summer wind
I want to protect myself.
I'll be there too,
I'll answer you with blooms


Is it just an inkling?
A fleeting impression.
It comes and goes
with gentleness.
A painterly gesture
it comes and goes,
it seems to be moving,
it's moving me too.



A brushstroke
summoned the wind.
It dances in her dress
in the sun, in the shade.
A brushstroke
summoned the wind.
It dances in her hair
in the sun, in the shade.

A brushstroke
summoned the wind.
It dances in her dress
in the sun, in the shade.
A brushstroke
summoned the wind.
It dances in her hair
in the sun, in the shade.