“Just as the seasons of the year change, so too does the soul learn to love.”
In spring, tenderness is born,
the sun awakens upon sleeping skin,
and in every flower new life is proclaimed
with the blue fragrance of adventure.
Your eyes were fresh and pure light,
sweet dew upon the blossoming dawn,
and my soul, silent and deeply moved,
found in your voice the gentlest madness.
Then came the burning and radiant summer,
with skies of passion and slow fire;
the sea blazed beneath the golden wind
just like our impetuous love.
Your kisses were delicious wine,
heartbeats overflowing with joy,
and time, captivated within the moment,
became eternally miraculous.
But autumn arrived slowly,
painting the roads with nostalgia;
the leaves descended like destinies
dragged sadly and indifferently by the wind.
Your absence was a persistent rain,
an echo of evening silences,
and among the garnet and wine-colored trees
my heart wept quietly.
Then winter spread its wings,
covering the dawn with crystal;
the moon seemed abandoned
above white and unadorned gardens.
But amid the cold you foretold,
I kept your love like a flame,
a small light, eternal and protected
against shadows, storms, and bullets.
And thus at last I understood, my beloved,
that love is an endless cycle;
at times a tempest, at others a valley,
and sometimes a sun still being born.
The seasons turn through night and day,
yet what has been lived can never be forgotten;
for whoever loves with kindness
turns all of time into poetry.
By León Vieccho
Size: Vertical canvas quadriptych, 0.90 m high × 2.80 m wide, unframed;
Technique: Oil painting;
Status: In Private Collection.
Code: LV-2023-003;
Year of Creation: 2023;
Author: Lucian Verona.
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