"An angel sat on my bed.
He slipped into the room with the first ray of light.
He sat quietly, his white shirt rolled up on his knees
and all the goodness of the world was hidden in his pink, chubby face.
He was nice, unbelievably, and infinitely nice.
"Hi, I'm yours," he said, still smiling.
It was just weird, he didn't suit me at all.
I have raven hair, a sharply critical look, and tanned skin in the summer ...
Now, as the night goes on, I wonder why I have such an angel.
Why am I sitting here quietly, at my mercy
and all the goodness of the world is hidden in my tanned face."


extent: 80 x 120 cm
(akryl on canvas)