Through the window we glimpse a landscape from "Don Carlos"
The blue, the green are dominant and masses Flat and dark spread out before our eyes.
A large yellow stain that seems to be run over by an object
With numerous wheels fills up the centre of the painting and of the harshness.
Here and there crop up at the end of long stem, some flags
That fly in the wind.
A trickle of a bluish green spreads through the space inviting us to walk.
The large sky also becomes blue and green, emphasizing the impression Of solitariness, despite the machine's apparent activity.
Over there, in the confines, a foamy line suggests
Perhaps the sea, vast as well, empty also.
We breathe in large gulps the wind from Ciudad Rodrigo and from China.
Let us go forth on the broad tracks, let us escape this Melancholy coming in through the open window.