Her Eyes Go Sad
30cm x 30cm
Acrylic Paint on Canvas
Based on this poem by Fernando Pessoa
Your Eyes Go Sad
Your eyes go sad. You're not
Listening to what I say.
They doze, dream, fade out.
Not listening. I talk away.
I tell what I've told, out of listless
Sadness, so often before…
I think you never listened,
So you're away you are.
All of a sudden, an absent
Stare, you look at me, still
Immeasurably distant,
You begin a smile.
I go on talking. You
Go on listening - your own
Thoughts you listen to,
The smile as good as gone,
Until, through the loafing
Afternoon's waste of while,
The silence self-unleafing
Of your useless smile.