This work is inspired from a poem written by a good friend of mine, Sabina, to whom I dedicate this drawing. She made me a gift consisting of a lot of pencils, well, the best ones I have, and a box of natural charcoal which I used on Black eagle. Thank you!
“Freedom is the only thing you treasure,
You think love is a feeling without measure,
Playing the violin makes spirits rise
Wishing they could listen until sunrise.
The music starts and all the hearts sigh,
Singing when the moon reaches your sight.
Nothing is like it was the day before,
Tired minds try to reach a distant shore.
The stars remind them of a forgotten song,
But before they could remember its echo
The violin ends its graceful song,
Now there is nothing left, they must go”
