i start to draw
my life painting
from the darkest colors,
the colors of
sufferings and a seem-to-be-hopelessness
i had no bright colors
so
i just used what i had
the scary, dark colors.
the colors mixed with
blood, sweat and tears
and with water from the stormy sea,
oil from the escape boat,
and mud from labor camps.
My painting takes shape from all of those.
then i 've learned
how to use
the colors
of the sun and of the wind,
from flowers and from laughters
so
now
i have a bright painting
in my mental garden
to enjoy it
whenever
and FOREVER.