I wish I could draw.
I wish I could draw,
to paint still-life with ease,
to mix the colors and make a masterpiece.
I could pain men in nude,
and women too,
fat and skinny,
slim and obese;
I could draw shadows,
and rolls
and acne
and moles.
I could make beauty
out of everything I see.
Maybe then I would be happy
with what is inside of me.