The woman with Parasol*

Which paintbrush is this?
What colors?
What beauty?
And the Woman in the canvas
What a mystery?
What romantic colors?
The person is distinguished
By the lines that create it
But only with colors
He wants to steal the light.
This is the way Monet wants
To play with light,
He always makes it in the morning
He also makes it in the evening.
And each sunset he compares her
And he keeps painting more
So that it remains eternal.
I Passed also from there,
And without noticing I saw it,
I felt the magic from the colors
And I did not want to leave.
But suddenly it started  raining
Where should I run?
But the woman from the canvas gave me her parasol!
Don’t get wet , she says to me…