Years passed
for him to study this portrait
over his desk.
It belonged to a magazine
that recalled the seven pianos
of his childhood.
Despite Ludwig’s seriousness
his gaze was moving.
He had already written the Tractatus
long time ago
but he was not sure
whether he had already taken his big decision.
And inside the uncertainty
of that paradoxical thought
he had decided to paint him
according to the color of his notebook.
It was a different way of
paying tribute to diversity
but also to genius of the human
who had never accepted
the pretentious conformism
of his own master.
He was too liberated
to support something like this.
He was too singular
for someone to live with him.
So he began sketching with the charcoal
on the linen canvas of 20 points.
That was necessary
to mark the memory of humans.
The lines sprang with no difficulty
like they were waiting
to be coated by a range of blue.
But the different kinds of green
would conquer the background
with the Vincent’s ways of blue.
As for the view of the philosopher
he gained his depth of the ocean
inside the simplicity of blue.