In the room my memories flew in again, From childhood, sunbeams fall through the glass, As I look back, I see new colours rain, Combining in a traditional art class. My hardworking eyes, don’t delay that for which you long, Collect images on contemporary canvas boards; With books - my friends and guitar - the writer of my songs Travel through the dangerous years of two civil wars. To the last decennium of the twentieth century I gave my most beautiful paintings and verse, The new millennium rewarded me With deeper colours, more courage and books diverse. There were also attempts to harm my smile, I saved my smile; it reappeared with greater might, With the sword of belief I cut back all things vile, - In the room my memories flew into my sight. My hardworking eyes, don’t delay that for which you long, Collect images on contemporary canvas boards; With books - my friends and guitar - the writer of my songs Through the dangerous years we have been restored.