DESCRIZIONE
Mysterious fortress, a man and his forge.
His sacred hands will work, untamable mind.
Every blow of his hammer rings out
and gives a shape to the unknown, the matter comes to life.
Lines bend into curves, creating his muse.
He’s jealous and agog.
Turned away but always gazed, he’s so wise and insane.
Mocked again but emulated, man of time.
In his rhymes of love and hate, he’s hiding sins and grace, now.
He will paint, he’ll carve or play, he doesn't care how they call his name,
eatin’ the apple now.
Maybe tonight just an inkwell or a stain
on canvas will give life to a nymph to venerate
Selfish and wayward.
So infatuated with beauty, shall we call him a
sinner or blame him? If so keep on sinning!
Turned away but always gazed, he’s so wise and insane.
Mocked again but emulated, man of time.
In his rhymes of love and hate, he’s hiding sins and grace, now.
He will paint, he’ll carve or play, he doesn't care how they call his name,
He eats the apple again!
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