"Darkness does not hide the wise; it turns them into sight."
In the motionless abyss of shadow
burns an ancient and solitary silence;
a vertical fire, almost sacred,
where night slowly gives name to things.
It is not only the bird that astonishes,
but a guardian of funeral dreams;
a monk of visionary plumage
that subdues human fear with its gaze.
The branch crosses the canvas like a wound,
like a dark boundary between two worlds
where light seems suspended.
And there its eyes, deep and profound,
watch over the memory of life
that man has been burying in his seconds.
There is eternity between its feathers,
a white and silent ash;
shadow in its most beautiful purity
floating among dusk and mist.
No one understands the weight of night
until hearing the flight of darkness;
for even the purest silence
also knows the face of reproach.
Yet the owl does not fear the darkness,
nor does it flee from void or distance;
its kingdom is born where the soul trembles
and man forgets the weight of his longing.
By León Vechhio
Size: Vertical fabric canvas, 1.20 m height x 0.75 m width, raw (unframed)
Technique: Oil painting
Condition: Gifted
Code: LV-2012-004
Year of Creation: 2012
Author: Lucian Verona
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