" Evening trumpet" Painting

"Spinning our lives under the hot sun, and rubbing our feet on the hot stone... But when evening descends from the sky, I'll take the trumpet and sit on the doorstep. Enough wandering within these walls like the sound of a cracked bell. I must play, I must shatter the silence - only the cry should remain. I want the hot wind to thunder and open the doors wide. I want the earth to move again after the crusading march of the storks. I want to tear the barbed wire in front of your home with my song. I want the neighbor pretending to be deaf to regain his hearing. I want the thief to throw his fingers and buy a heart, the guard to be bought. I want to drop my tears into the eye that rusts. I want the fair to return to us and blow away the dust. I want those who die of boredom to die from laughter and revelry. I want to stand guard over the dead until morning. I want to tell all those asleep that there is time to rest... I must play in the deaf evening until I hear coming towards me the voice of a thousand distant trumpets. Or maybe an unseen archangel." Author- Boris Hristov

Painting:Acrylic on Canvas

Original:One-of-a-kind Artwork

Size:50 W x 50 H x 2 D in

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