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I miss the cold cellar

the pungent smell of humidity

the dust that rises to every single step

I miss

touch the rough surface of the support

fingertips gently

scroll the plot as if it were a linguistic code

as if I were to perceive

I miss the smell of colors

their flavor

feel them

skin like a second skin

I miss

let communicate the canvas

be guided by it in a narrow alley

through a tree-lined

a rocky tunnel

a stormy sea

Close your eyes and live through the brush to create alternative worlds

dig through the psyche

I miss .......