Poezia Cereus scrisa de Ana Diana Porumb este sursa de inspirație a tabloului pe care l-am pictat ieri, o lucrare ce prezinta un arbore arhetipal ce spune o poveste despre rezilienta si puterea de a renaste din propria cenusa precum pasarea Pheonix
de Ana Diana Porumb
A soul full of confidence in a deserted land
With a beautiful smell but covered with sand
In hot, in cold, in dark and light
She managed to grow up and fight.
Her stem was thin but the roots were going far
Far from this reality far from this infinite turmoil.
Slowly the sun burned what was on the surface
Leaving an endless root alone and hopeless,
It was not the end, they say
A new beginning started exactly on that day.
The detachment helped her travel to a new land
That was more colorful than the one she left,
Many other souls were there
With their own stories about many other deadlands.
One with white endless snow and grief,
Another one with the sun but locked up in a jar
Her escape was hard and left her with a scar.
Many roads and many territories they had to seek
To get this far, to tell their stories, and to be able to speak.
Now all together a beautiful light they create,
To be visible to those who are still on their way.
They stay and wait for the night to pray.
Those souls grew enough to know
That self-love helps them glow
And patience helps them retrieve
The wise knowledge that sometimes is hiding, is unseen
About being alone but together in one big womb they will surrender in this place in all its splendor.