Why Johannes do you
paint me young when I’ve seen the birth of light?
Why with eyes down?
If I should be
ashamed of my own past…
If you should be ashamed
Is not life joy and
Why not a happy smile
in my eyes?
The light coming through the window in the painting
was more intense every time I looked at it. Time was passing by without me
being conscious of it. I started writing with the painter’s hands. My retreat
was his painting, but it seemed that he found refuge in my writing: one and the
I was scribbling about every detail of the model’s
face, just as Johannes seemed to have painted it, with meticulous strokes. In
fact, I was painting every detail of her face with Vermeer’s hands. His hands
My face does not
reflect my age
No traits, no
Why, Johannes, why?
I own all the
knowledge of having lived fully
My every act so
You do not reflect
Light, Johannes, more
You light me!
Valeriano Bozal (2003). Vermeer: el gran “voyeur”. Descubrir el Arte,
Consultado 20.03.2011 en
Janson (2011). An essential Vermeer bookshop. Consultada
20.03.2011 en http://www.essentialvermeer.com/books/books_vermeer.html