Be silent crickets
On the immobile branches
The trees make lightbeams
And subtle shadows
Silence in the house
Silence on the hill
These perfumes that one guesses
Are the scent of the season
But here comes the man
Under this straw hat
Stains all over his shirt
And his messy beard
Cézanne paints
He lets happen the magic
Of his hands
Cézanne paints
And he illuminates the world for our eyes
That see nothing
If happiness exists
It's an artist's proof
Cézanne knows it well
Vibrate light
Sing colours
He puts his life in it
The noise of his heart
And like a boat
Carried away by its sail
Gently the brush
Slides over the canvas
And here is the man
Who catches with his eyes
For the duration of a lightning
The gaze of gods
Cézanne paints
He lets happen the wonder
Of his hands
Cézanne paints
And he illuminates the world for our eyes
That see nothing
If happiness exists
It's an artist's proof
Cézanne knows it well
When Cézanne paints
Cézanne paints
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