I look long at portrait colour… (Alexander Tulbu)

I look long at portrait colours exquisitely Carmine,the eyes a dim light,And her lips the juice from the berries a wine.I’m very old, and you suggestes in the frame will young,the Creator put me there Want to be there with my wife.As you can see I, of all the hopes That amuse the old man’s tears,Only there I the air is fresh,Where he will breathe thee.