I've had just enough time... to see a dream painted
Taken in a production workshop for disabled artists, Hanoi
The
dreams I paint
I wish I
am in
But the
dreams I paint
Are sold
for money
Taken away
Will it
be nourished
Or left
in a forgotten corner
Among forgotten
things
I don’t
mind sharing if…
The needle in her hand flew and a picture took shape
I wanted
to ask -
What is
it you see in my dreams
When you
hand over your money
I don’t
want to sell if you feel nothing
But I’ve
no say
I’m paid
to create dreams
That You will purchase
Taking a break and admiring her own dream which will be taken away in exchange for money