"Not all light is born from day; some fires only sing in the shadow."
The plumage burns upon the black abyss
like an ancient sun, freshly wounded;
each color seems to have been born
from the secret heart of silence.
It is no longer a bird: it is a sacred prism
where night learns to become dawn;
and red, which devours itself in silence,
turns darkness into catechism.
Beneath the motionless branch of emptiness
its wings hold sleeping music,
a tropical echo turned into dew.
And while the darkness remains wounded,
the bird drinks shadows like a river
to paint life with eternity.
Then the supreme bird reveals itself
not as darkness, but as memory;
for only those who descended into transient shadow
can touch the light that never flies.
And there remains the burning bird,
alone, solemn, immense in blackness;
as if God had opened a fissure
to let color survive.
By León Vechhio
Size: Diptych on vertical fabric canvas. Two panels, each 1.60 m height x 1.20 m width, raw (unframed)
Technique: Oil painting
Condition: Gifted
Code: LV-2013-001
Year of Creation: 2013
Author: Lucian Verona
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