Christ on the Cross

In a room of Louvre,
From full of paintings,
As I look at from far,
Something heats me in my eye.
I looked to understand  
What is this distinguishes,
In so much work that exists,
And however, this is something,
That reminds me something.
As I advance forward ,
I am all distress,
And I felt I follow a star,
As we read on the books.
I approach, I approach,
I am stop breathing,
I saw something that reminds me,
This colors, how they touch me.
As century I wait for,
As I go closer to look at,
I stopped at the time,
What to think,
What of shouting.
In a room of Louvre,
From full of paintings,
Work of art distinguishes,
How much deep touches my heart?
And it Is: “Christ on the cross”,
An important painting,
Τhat with oil and with art,
Is all covered.
I am looking very satisfy,
I do not believe what saw!
With emotions I read,
Dominikos Theotokopoylos!
...welcome at the El Greco’s planet.