"It was not war that defeated Sancho… it was the infinite weight of loyalty."
With a sun devouring the horizon,
the Quixote of life rode on,
with his gaze burning, fierce and drawn
pursuing the impossible in the mountain.
Sancho lay exhausted on the ground,
defeated by years of hope,
for following with love that dance
of impossible dreams against the sky.
There was no sword more cruel or more piercing
than the duty to follow endlessly
one born to chase madness.
And Edmundo, silent knight,
still raised his lance toward all that is beautiful,
without looking at the pain of the journey.
The birds drew farewells
over that red blaze of the sunset,
while time itself halted its stride
to mourn the fallen souls.
It was not death… it was unbreakable love,
a pact sealed with life itself,
loyalty slowly consumed
by pursuing an unreachable ideal.
It was Sancho falling out of affection,
for walking behind the impossible,
a fierce and incorruptible Quixote
who never renounced his madness.
By León Vechhio
Size: Horizontal canvas on vertical fabric, 0.90 m height x 1.20 m width, raw (unframed);
Technique: Oil painting;
Status: Private collection
Code: LV-2015-001;
Year of Creation: 2015;
Artist: Lucian Verona.
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