With Chagall

What senses are meant to grasp...
The lively canvas of Chagall's apparitions?
The reality of existence,
Which only seems simple
And so clear to everybody,
Here wanes...
On the grey canvas
There live a reverie and a dream,
And bright, like the blue,
The melancholy of memories,
And the flight of joy
(when awake, not in a dream),
which lasts for ever,
while the soul is alive
and our Guardian Angel
Is with us...

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