Art Works
A lazy Sunday,
Ouro Preto rises from slumber,
And I spy a devoted soul.
Working on the Sabbath,
Is not a worry at all,
When your work is vital.
Colours, textures, 3d on canvas,
Brings solemn scenes to life,
Your hands sculpting with love.
Art, your true love,
Becomes a part of you,
And of me as I see.
The devotion so clear,
And you’re aura becomes gold,
Leaving your art into oils.
Dedicated to,
Paulo Roberto Valadares.
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