A Red passion

A red passion appearing

in a room filled with wandering minds;

but, beware of this,

for it’s for the red, the exploiting zeal,

a living art, a love poem.

A pretentious heart can’t meet colors

and it’s only in its imaginary realm

does the bragging presence

feeling need to compete our glowing red.

Be careful, says our red,

because its art springs out of knowledge,

it goes beyond the voyage,

it enhances the power of free creation.