“There are men who sing to be heard, and others who sing so they may never die.”
Beneath a golden sun the concert burned,
and the wind trembled above the stage;
each note became lightning and summit,
each chord an unveiled heart.
Don Luis sang against the desert,
shattering the night that wounds the soul,
and the echo rose like white foam
above the dark and barren silence.
The drum became the thunder of ancient destiny,
the guitar a river of blazing fire,
and time itself fell surrendered along the way.
Vasco Sin Dabeibe has never truly gone;
he lives wherever a divine verse bleeds,
where a dream continues singing though it has departed.
Within the shadows the melody vibrates,
like an ancient god inside the sound;
each string preserves what it has lived,
and the soul awakens where once it slept.
The yellow light seems like a conflagration,
yet it does not destroy: it transforms life,
it makes eternal the voice that seemed lost,
and turns memory into an immense firmament.
The drummer battles against time,
shattering the clocks of sorrow,
while the singer defies the wind
with the immortal strength of his nobility.
The guitar sails like a comet
across dark seas of melancholy,
leaving in the air the final poetry
that never abandons the true artist.
And though the stage may seem empty,
the music keeps on breathing;
for there are men who continue singing
even when they already live beyond the river.
By León Vechhio
Size: Horizontal canvas, vertical format, 0.90 m high × 1.60 m wide, unframed;
Technique: Acrylic painting;
Status: Sold.
Code: LV-2019-004;
Year of Creation: 2019;
Author: Lucian Verona.
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