The Colors of The Soul

The blank sheet begins to create life
When colors characterless get mixed in an endless joke.
My own heart is my melody’s metronome;
The music is the life of art that springs on me.

My Heart is a sizeless world,
Where there are mountains, valleys, seas and a garden.
There are castles, forests, streams and sources
That paint landscapes in the art that springs on me.

Each color and each stroke
Show a thought, a feeling or something like.
Paint of my soul a portrait, it shows a piece,
A little piece of the art that springs on me.

The sky mine is a blue sky of stars thousands,
My fields, green, pink and dotted of jasmines.
My sea has indigo serenity ,
With multicolored fish, painted by art that springs on me.

My morning is gold, orange and yellow.
My birds are exuberant, brilliant, the joy of my garden.
My sources sources and streams have a beautiful sing;
Crystal-clear as the art that springs on me.

In my heart’s universe,
The colors are in an orchestra’s harmony;
From the Eternal comes, of my soul, the inspiration,
He, who has created such great party!

The colors of the soul, my watercolor,
They give life to the white sheet so;
My own heart is my melody’s metronome,
And the music is the life of the art that springs on me.

Clara Maria Cristina Borges de Medeiros
Itaboraí, January 13, 2003.
Translated and adapted: December, 2008.