The world in the palm of your hand.
We rise again into the sky
On your favorite hot air balloon.
Let him decorate the sky with a rainbow.
Like a symbol of hot summer.
Under your feet leaving the ground,
We'll look down from the sky like birds,
Where the earth is seen as such a crumb -
That the expanses of fields, that the high-rises of the capital.
Here on our palms will fit
The ebullient waves of the oceans.
And dunes with hot breath
His hands will fill easily.
I'm in my careful fingers
I'll hold the dark forest in the moonlight haze.
And on the starry shining hoop
I will embroider this celestial Empire.
Location of the painting
For the interior (by type of room)