Song (Breathe)

Song (Breathe), a small painting (oil on aluminium 25 x 25 cm) is concluded:

Houses and rooms are full of perfumes, the shelves are crowded with perfumes,
I breathe the fragrance myself and know it and like it,
The distillation would intoxicate me also, but I shall not let it.
The atmosphere is not a perfume, it has no taste of the distillation, it is odorless,
It is for my mouth forever, I am in love with it,

From: Song of Myself by Walt Whitman (Section 2)

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