“The most eternal flowers are not born from the light… but from the shadow that learned how to bloom.”
Beside the sleeping crystal moon,
a red tree awakened singing,
its branches, like sighing veins,
weaving light upon the wounded night.
Each flower seemed like a caress,
a small fire within the mist,
a star falling from the foam
to kiss the air with delight.
The wind moved slowly, brushing
the glowing leaves of the cherry tree,
like one who keeps an intimate enchantment
within the heart and mind.
And the dark trunk, solemn and silent,
seemed a guardian of ancient dreams,
of impossible loves and little
silences sheltered by the shadows.
It was not a tree… it was the memory
of time transformed into poetry,
the blood of the night in harmony,
a garden suspended between glory.
By León Vechhio
Size: Vertical canvas, 1.80 meters high x 1.20 meters wide, unframed;
Technique: Oil painting;
Status: In a private collection
Code: LV-2020-007;
Year of Creation: 2020;
Author: Lucian Verona.