on a white paper, with a black pencil
the face is coming out of pure nothing
but it doesn't look alive yet
two dimensions are not enough

it has shades now, shades and light spots
the future is looking through the smiling eyes
crazy summer ends up in the lip corners-
just a three-dimensional picture

ice of despear, flame of love, 
illusions and hopelessness
it is not a picture any more-
four-dimensional man...

september 2006