The volcano is so beautiful

It brings me such joy

Especially at night

To see it glowing in the distance

Red orange yellow and gold

It would not be so romantic

If it released a pyroclastic surge

The turbulent gasses

Would kill you instantly

You are the least romantic person I know

I count many men as my friends

And each has romance in his soul

But you are just an empty vessel

You are the most intelligent man I know

Perhaps you are too intelligent

And that spoils you at times

When are you are travelling to Norway

Viktoria in Norway that has a ring

It is not everyday that a huge company

Opens up new offices in Norway

It will provide much employment

You know that I have to go

Are you still painting or have you grown bored

No it is still going strong

May I see it

No but feel free on your return

What is it called

Nina and Annabella

After the poem by Munot

Yes

They are both tragic characters

Nina is a ballerina with a bone disease

She will not dance for much longer

Whereas Annabella is a consumptive courtesan

Your paintings are so dark Gilbert

The colours of summer are absent

I do see the colours of summer

But my eye differs from others

My brush has darkened considerably

Since I started painting many years ago

I do wish your eyes would embrace summer

Perhaps in time they will embrace the light

I am looking forward to seeing your painting

It will give me great pleasure to show it to you

Even my dealer has not seen it as yet